The week we were in Mississippi was a whirlwind. It started the night of our engagement. A date had to be chosen, apparently that night. We sat down at the dining room table with my mother and discussed possible options. I immediately turned to December. Paul turned back a few months to August. I looked at him like he was crazy. There was no way we could pull a wedding off in three short months. His reasoning was that the IMB required you be married a year before going overseas. So, the sooner, the better. And after really looking at the events of December and even November, August was all that would work. The date was put on the church calendar the next day. Thereby being written in stone.
Since we were only in Kosciusko for a week we also had to register. It would be another month before we were back and since the wedding would be so soon we had to get it done. Thus we began the painstaking process of picking out china, stemware, and nicknacks. Paul soon got into it and might have picked out more than me.
The next three months were filled with more registering, finding a dress, showers, sending out invitations, writing thank you notes, rubbing the cramp out of my hands, finding an apartment, moving Paul into that apartment, choosing flowers, not going crazy, returning extra dishes, wanting the wedding date to just arrive all ready, picking a cake, and tons of other things.
It was a long three months to say the least. It was a time filled with an incredible array of emotions. You can learn a lot about a person when planning a wedding in a short amount of time. I don’t think I was a Bridezilla, but Paul definitely saw how detailed and Type A I am. I’m kinda surprised he stuck around after he saw my detailed sketch of the wedding ceremony and the minute-by-minute schedule I had for the wedding day.
But we made it through all of the wrapping paper, disagreements, make-ups,the guest list, and a maze of other wedding plans to the eagerly awaited week of the wedding.