Despite all my ranting and raving about how I am not a planner and wedding planning is not my thing...I miss it. Who am I? I think I have come down with a bad case of PWDB...the Post-Wedding Day Blues.
I hate it, but its true what they say about your wedding day being a blur and that the day goes fast. Dang they! And dang nostalgia! After the AMAZING wedding, I had the honeymoon to look forward to. After the AMAZING honeymoon, I had the professional photos and moving into the new digs to look forward to. And after I received the AMAZING photos and somewhat settled into the AMAZING, new home with my Hubby (who I finally get to wake up to every morning and fall asleep to every evening), I felt sad. Sometimes, I look at the photos, and I can't believe it all happened. I'm married. To the most AMAZING, sweet, kind, loving (I could go on) guy I know. How did that happen? And now what?
I know the answer, life. But if I know the answer, the logic and the reason of it all, then why am I still bummed? And should I be this bummed so soon?
As my fabulous Hubby gets busy with school, I find myself needing to immerse into something productive. Yard work and cleaning has been the answer lately, but its 106 degree heat index today, and a girl can only do so much mulching before she passes out. I've been thinking about volunteer work, working out (although I don't have to fit into a dress anymore...whaaa!), church, making new friends (currently the majority of my friends in my new city are busy med school students)...Another confession...I talked to a little, green grasshopper today while I was watering flowers...I definitely need more friends...And even now, I'm smiling about how cute and friendly that grasshopper was...get a hold of yourself, for good God, woman.
I guess these things are considered life. And other women have gone on before me and lived their lives after their wedding day...
But, before I go gung-ho on moving forward, do I get a grace period?