44 days and counting

Less than a week till Halloween my countdown timer popped up today. “Never mind Halloween!” I thought. Its almost 6 weeks or 44 days till my wedding!

The day I thought would take forever in coming round is nearly finally here. Its been booked for longer than I care to remember and everything (so far) has fallen into place nicely. There have been a few bumps along the way; mainly waiting for my other half – that’s Kevin, to actually do what he had to on time, but I can’t help but feel this is just the calm before the storm.

We got engaged on Hogmany (that’s New years eve to you non-Scot’s folk!) and saw in the beginning of 2014 as fiance’s. It was a bit of a disappointing proposal with more of a ring being thrust in my face with more of a “Here you go,” than the romantic “You mean the world to me, will you marry me?” spiel that I always imagined. Since telling this story it fascinates me the number of people that haven’t had that magical fairy tale proposal and how wrong things can really go! 
I let Kev off after discovering his original proposal idea hadn’t gone exactly to plan on Christmas Day.  Now, Kev is a very “last-minute” kind of guy and usually he gets by with this. But when it comes to something which needs planning he does tend to fall down on his face! The idea of proposing had been there for a while, but in typical Kevin fashion, he didn’t think about buying the ring until a few days before Christmas day, not realising that shops do not stock every ring in every size. Disaster number one – No ring in my size and had to be ordered in. Kev figured it would be in in time and so proceeded to purchase a Christmas card with the words “To my Fiance” on the front. He rather sweetly wanted to ask my dad for my hand in marriage. My parents were coming to stay this Christmas as it was our son’s first Christmas and we wanted everyone there. The weather however, took a turn for the worse and prohibited my parents from being able to come through the night before. 
It became clear to Kev on Christmas Eve that the ring was not going to be in on time for his big romantic proposal. Disaster numbers two, three and four – he was stuck with no ring, no permission, no Christmas present and a Christmas card with fiance written on the front. Quick thinker that he is, he dashed to Primark and grabbed a pair of £5 pajamas. I won’t deny i felt more than a little miffed after spending so much on him that all I received was Primark pajamas!
Kev may be a little forgetful, lazy or just far too laid back, and this just makes him the polor opposite from me, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I can’t wait to marry him and to share the excitement leading up to the big day on here.