Wrangler Dani

Before I begin a slightly off-kilter post, let me say something clarifying. *DISCLAIMER* If you have called to wish me well or squeal with me on the phone, I love you dearly and am so glad you did. If you have not yet called, I probably love you anyway, and we’ll talk eventually, which honestly is fine by me, since I’ve never talked on the phone so much in my life as I have the last week or so, and I think my right ear is turning black. I am completely in love and totally stoked about it, and the coolest part is that he loves me back, which still gives me goose bumps when I think about it, because he’s just so awesome and I can hardly believe that I’m somehow cool enough to marry him. Also, the full engagement-down-on-one-knee-so-romantic-you’ll-just-fall-out-of-
your-chair story is coming. PROMISE. And you probably won’t think it’s as great as I do, but that’s OK, because he’s taken.

OK. Now that all the mushy stuff has been said….

Being Engaged is a little weird. For instance:

For most girl-types, being engaged is something akin to celebrity, and they want to be as close as possible and get regular hugs and stand very near just in case your fiance happens to be very bad at ring-purchasing and a diamond falls off or something, in which case they can snatch it up, run out and find an available man and be totally prepared for engagement at first sight. Crazy scenarios aside, this sudden closeness is weird to me. We’ve hardly talked before, yet you see a ring on my finger and give me a bear-hug, which I respond to with awkward back-patting and frantic running through the annals of my brain to figure out what your name is and if we’ve ever hung out. Maybe Love makes the whole world kin or rumors have been circulating about the likelihood of chocolate strawberries at the reception or you just really get fired up about engagements in general, but still. Weird.

On the other side of the spectrum from the huggy girl phenomenon, there’s the grumps. Case in point:
Me: “I’m getting married.”
Coworker the Grouch: “Well, it’s your first one, so you’ve got a 50/50 chance.”
Nothing like heartfelt congratulations and unwavering belief in true love. Weird.

Everywhere I look I see a wedding/reception site. EVERYWHERE. I mean, I was walking through Crate and Barrel the other day thinking about how much I liked the color schemes and wondering what it would look like with my bridesmaids lined up, when I remembered some fragment of my past life that reminded me that people don’t normally get married in malls. Weird.

Lighting is so much better now! Sunlight, mood light, candlelight… even fluorescent light has been somewhat redeemed by the beautiful ring on my finger. I heard about every 25th word in church on Sunday because the stage lighting in Mariners was almost more than my little heart could take. Good, but a little weird.

Dates are suddenly super important to me. So are pictures. Everything has become a big deal, and I am fighting the urge to be crazy-wacko-bride and take pictures of everything and cry when I realize that a summer wedding likely won’t happen. Um, I mean, I don’t cry over stuff like that. *ahem* Weird.

I am so much more confident now… and say things that I find myself wanting to censor, but then don’t, because I realize that I’M GETTING MARRIED, and the whole world can know how I feel about this man, dang it. “I’m in love! I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!” Very good. Not weird.