Leavin' on A Jet Plane... Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again

Actually that's the half truth. I'm not leaving on a jet plane, and I DO know when I'll be back. I'll be back when I'm Mrs. Dub. This is a portion of what is coming with me.

I am moving back home. Or actually my Grandparents' home. It's just temporary while I finish up wedding planning. Notice I said I and not WE. J will be staying here while I'm away. I'm going to miss him VERY much. And I know he'll miss me. We were supposed to leave today, but he is refusing to let me out of his grasp just yet. In fact, the only reason he's not attached to my hip at the moment is because he went to Publix to pick up some picnic supplies.

This morning I woke up & he had made us a big breakfast. He said he wanted our last day together to be Date Day. Next we'll be having a picnic in the first park we discovered in Gville. Tonight he is taking me out, but won't say where. I actually don't like not knowing. How do I know what to wear? But I digress...

My temporary move is much to the enjoyment of my family, who have been and will harass me until I walk through their front door. My mom has this idea that J will court me while we're apart. She thinks he'll come to visit & pick me up to take me out on romantic dates. We are not that kind of couple. More than likely he'll be dying for home cooked meals and family interaction. Maybe we'll go hiking or to baseball game or to the beach... but we will not be running around pretending to be dating. After all, we're getting married. We don't go on dates anymore.

Sooooo... I am all packed. With probably more clothes than I will actually wear. The Pug, who is obviously our child, will be splitting weeks between us. Yes, that is right. Poor thing. I hope he doesn't get confused and think we're divorced before we're even married! I may be giving him too much credit.