If there’s such a thing as a honeymoon for an engagement, ours lasted six days. For six days, I was happy and stunned. I couldn’t help but smile anytime I looked at her. I would catch myself gazing at the ring on her finger. The ring I had been staring at for a week online, tracking on UPS for one week and hiding in her closet for four days was finally where it belonged.
Sunday, Cindy had a meeting for Puro Pedo Magazine and I accompanied her. One of her friends, Esbeydy, had a brochure for invitations and a bridal magazine for her sibling that she showed us. This was the first time we had really looked at anything wedding-related (at least together). Later that night, we started talking about actually getting married. Cindy started to compile a rough draft who she think she’ll be inviting family-wise. It looks like we’re having a big wedding. I tried to put together a list in my head but I can barely remember who I’m actually related to. All those Christmases and Thanksgivings I spent isolated in a room watching sports had finally come back to bite me in the ass. Then we went on the internet and started looking at venues. We picked a very tentative date just so we had something to plan around and towards. There were places that were accepting reservations years in advance. We looked at wedding blogs to see what some weddings cost. It was all very overwhelming.
I’ve been to a fair share of weddings and have even been in one wedding party but had never given any thought about all the planning and costs that go into it. I had always joked to Cindy that we should get eloped. She finally saw the appeal.
We were up until 1 AM looking at stuff (her more than me). Before we went to sleep, I asked Cindy again if she wanted to marry me now that she has an idea of what that entails. She said “yes”.