It will go down in history as the day that my hunch was confirmed about Matthew caring more about wedding and reception decor than he's been leading on. The whole time I was in class, he was at home trying not to panic because he was convinced I wanted huge stumps and pickle jars for my centerpieces.
I was actually thinking something more like this:
Problem is, his taste isn't really rustic.
And...he saw my uncle post picture on my moms facebook:
True: My uncle would cut whatever I come up with.
True: My mom liked this picture on facebook.
False: I am putting huge stumps on every table.
So I went over to his house and had an intervention.
Afterwards, me and my future siblings in law laughed and my future father in law said things like "Whats wrong with stumps and pickle jars anyways?? / If that's what Laynah wants, that's what we're doing."
So anyways. That was our first almost-fight.
First of many, probably.
I'm obsessed with the way both of us were successful in keeping calm while trying to make the other see our point of view. And I'm kind of obsessed with him, and how he is everything I've ever wanted. And how I am exactly who I want to be when I'm with him.