We’ve reached and past the year mark to our wedding - it’s now under 11 months away! M and I got engaged May 2010 and pretty much started to, at least not plan in great detail, but organise the main things that go with getting married - booking the venue, caterer, photographer etc. This year is all about the details - how does anyone do everything in under a year?!
I was never one of those girls who planned their future wedding - I never really thought I’d get married at all, especially not as young as we are, but I’m amazed at just how FUN planning our wedding is becoming. When we got engaged, lots of newly wed couples said ‘enjoy the planning!’ and I thought it was strange, surely we’re supposed to just be waiting for all the enjoyment of the Big Day? It turns out that the planning is just as entertaining as the rest of it - coming up with fun ideas for what to do during the day, how to get (what I like to think of as our ‘audience’) guests to participate and generally what will create a very ‘K and M’ feel to the whole event.
I’m amazed at how keen all our friends and family are to help - we’re getting offers of making things, booking things, designing things - sometimes from people we really don’t know that well. Everyone loves a good wedding!
Getting married has also put such a delicious blanket of safety over our relationship - we talk freely now of houses we might one day live in, the children we might raise, holidays we might go on. M says he gets jealous of men with wedding rings on their hands and thinks ‘I want one. I want to have a wife!’
Taking a less throw-up-on-your-shoes approach - there is one tiny thing about getting married that I’m fretting about. Only slightly. It’s really not even worth mentioning.... ok, it’s my name. I’m taking M’s surname. It’s a name I’ve adored for the last 7 years, a name I am fully committed to having as my own. It just doesn’t go too well with my first name.
Kat Woolley.
A few months ago I was convinced that the small, fuzzy cat (or woolley cat, if you will) was slowly disappearing the more I said my future name aloud. Kat Woolley. It’s looking better, I’ll say that. I’m still surprised when people don’t laugh when I tell them - is this bad? It could be SO much worse but it does feel ever so strange to think that I’ll have a different name this time next year. I’d never contemplate double barreling it, I hate that and Davis just isn’t interesting enough to hang onto - sorry Dad. The brilliant thing is the Woolleys have such a great sense of humour about things, I’m actually really looking forward to receiving my first piece of novelty sheep memorabilia.
All in all, I can’t wait to get and be married to M - but I’m savouring each moment because somehow the waiting is all part of it. I’m also really looking forward to a time in the future I can legitimately and dramatically say, ‘I am your WIFE!’ That sounds fun.
