Wedding update : Magazines

Tip : Leave bridal magazines in the washroom. It works.

I was lucky enough to receive a gigantic collection of wedding magazines from Maggie and I have kept them in constant rotation (a couple favorites have made it through more than one round) in the washrooms and here and there in the house.

Truth be told, Js cannot... evacuate unless he's reading something. Don't tell him I said that - I promise I'm going somewhere with this. He'll run around the house, frantically looking for a book then boot upstairs for a perfect photo-finish. When his desperate search does not prevail, he'll just grab whatever is within arm's reach ; instruction labels, old sappy books I read in the tub, shampoo ingredients list and so on.

In a moment of despair, Js even admitted to reading wedding magazines sometimes behind closed doors. He's not so subtle about it either :

*distant flushing sounds*
Him : Hey honey, you know what I think?
Me : What?
Him : Do you remember those wedding favors you were trying to shove in my face on our drive to Winnipeg last fall?
Me : Yeah, wh...y? (I lie.)
Him : I think they were a great idea. I like the blue ones with the silver foil paper.
Me : Al...right. Where is all this coming from?!
Him : Oh, nowhere. *shrugs* I was just thinking about you and our wedding and how much I love you.

Further investigation proved that the magazine had been moved recently and that page dog-eared. Sneeky.
Along the same lines of conversation, a couple weeks ago :

*minding my own business*
Him : Hey Honey?!
Me : What?
Him : I think we should, about a month before the wedding, try on our wedding bands again to make sure they still fit. This way, it still gives us enough time to get them sized before we leave if they've gone to big or too small.

Me : That's a brilliant idea, babe! We'll do that!
Him : No problem! :)
Me : ... ... you've been reading my magazines, just admit it.
Him : ... ... yes. *shame*... *smile*... I love youuuuuuuuuuu!

I am not discrediting his efforts by saying he got it from a magazine. The simple fact that he actually read them and cared makes me love him even more. Since then we have decided, in our house they are called "wedding magazines" not "bridal magazines".

Real-ness.

What does it take for me to get that "things are real", seriously?! Sometimes I wonder exactly how many times I was dropped on the head as a child.

I'm sitting here, trying to find some information or sources at the least for some technical stuff about our move... and I'm cold so I'm pretty much sitting on my hands to keep them warm when they are not typing. It's a comfort thing, don't ask. As I pull my hand to start typing again, I notice that something on my hand was poking my thigh and left a little imprint... It takes me a good minute of running my finger over the imprint to figure what it is... "It's small and kinda elongated in shape, it's kinda tall but not enough so the dent would hurt me if I sat on it... *deep thought*..." I look around to see if anything fell when I pulled my hand and then I look at my hand and it's staring at me, blinking some reflective light at me... it was my ring!

Me. Moi. Self. Bibi. I'm engaged and getting married to the most wonderful man on the planet. The type of man who understands that I need to sit on my ring to realize how true it is.

It's not my imagination anymore and it's not a visual trick or hallucination, there really really really is a ring on my finger. Made with real gold and real diamonds. I'm really considering booking all those venue sites I've been visiting and I'm seriously deciding who I want to invite to the blessed event. I really did book an appointment to go try on some dresses this Sunday and I really am going to do all I can to stop the woman at the bridal store from putting a veil on my head and making me hold an ancient looking bouquet of fake roses with tulle. Tulle. Tulle. ... Tulle.

I wrote a little email that I want to send to my friends from work before leaving. I want them to know how much I've appreciated working with them. I sent my resignation letter a week ago and I've been talking with my boss about potential new managers for at least a month... But it hit me yesterday that I was really leaving my job when I was writing my little message.

What is it going to take for me to realize that my move to Saskatchewan is real? I really hope I'm not there when it hits...