February it is.
Just when I thought we were settled with a one-year window, apparently my fiance is in a rush, wanting to get married in February instead.
I’m really stressing out right now, ‘cause from what it seems, my one-year prep time has been crunched to a mere seven months. Not that I’m complaining, the sooner, the better. After all, I was the one who pitched the February idea a month back. He just willingly considered it then, because it was weird and crazy and unique all at the same time.
I’m really hoping to get through this unscathed.
Xo,
The girl who will be married in February.













