March 17th, 2011 in "Waiting for my Petrichor"

Dave and I are living in our own little world together and we know we want to spend the rest of our lives with each other. Every day we talk about our future and we are going to be going to Kay's to look at engagement rings soon. We are going to get married next year. The problem is, everyone else seems to think we are crazy. And sure on the outside, maybe it does look that way. He hasn't even told his family what the plans are yet because they don't want him to get married until he is 30 for some reason. I told him it is better to wait until I actually have the ring on my finger, perhaps sometime this summer? I have obviously told my parents because it does take about a year to plan a wedding and I wanted to give them a proper heads up. I had a long talk on the phone with my mom yesterday and she had this tone in her voice like she was talking to some mental patient and it was really pissing me off. Nothing worse than being hundreds of miles away from your family and knowing they are over there talking crap about you and thinking you are some crazy person. She says my plans are "a little weird" and "don't make sense" to anyone apparently except the people who it affects most, Dave and I. If this is what we want, why can't people just be happy for us? We are old enough to know what we are doing. For years I played the "I don't want to get married" card because I honestly never thought I'd find someone worth marrying. Even when I had my Justin fantasy, I knew he would never make a good husband. He never even loved me. Dave is the whole package and the fact that him and I are on the same page is just amazing. I am just sick of the rest of the world thinking we are nuts and making me feel like a psycho-case. Dave and I already talked about possibly just skipping the wedding and going to the court to get a marriage license. I really don't want to do that, but I'd rather do that than walk down the aisle surrounded by people who think I am making a horrible decision and think I am crazy. I never went to prom, didn't get to go to my high school graduation, maybe I just wanted to experience something special for once like walking down the aisle in a beautiful gown to marry the man I love? Is that so weird and crazy??? Sigh.