Returning to the Scene of the Crime

On Friday, Mr. RH and I both happened to be free for lunch.  It was weird... that never happens.  So he kidnapped me and demanded I eat lunch with him.  Gosh, twist my arm.

I rejected our normal choices - Panera, official Mexican haunt, etc.  So he took me to the Mexican restaurant we went to on our first date.  Awwwww.

As soon as we get there, I made approximately 25 comments about "returning to the scene of the crime."  He reiterated that I am insane and continues with warm-fuzzy feeling-making.

Ok, so maybe I was the only one feeling the warm fuzzies.  It's BEYOND strange to think that almost 4 months ago he was a stranger to me.  As in, we had never exchanged more than 10 words.  Now he's lucky if I even let him watch a TV show without talking the whole way through.

So we're sitting at lunch, I'm pondering the fajitas, and we start talking about weddings.  Specifically, ours.

I can't even believe I just typed that last sentence. 

But it's true, it's something we've been discussing for well over a month.  Discussing in general terms - like, "doesn't 2014 seems like a good year?" and "No, Sarah, you may not have 19 bridesmaids so you better start practicing rejection."

You guys know the basic facts.  He still has over a year left until he gets his degree.  Damn him for dropping out of school and changing his major 43 times.  Either way, that puts a time frame on things.  We're not getting married until he is finito.

That puts us solidly in 2013.  Which is fine.  But realistically, if we get engaged that year, there will be no wedding till 2014.  Could be 2015, we know I'm an overplanner.  In 2015, I will be 29 years old.

Not gonna lie - the timing feels sucky to me.  To not even start life together until I'm 29 seems unbearably long and drawn out.

So we're talking and Mr. RH starts speaking my language.  Laying out a new timeline.  One where I might not feel compelled to start trying for curly-haired bambinos on our honeymoon.

2013, tentatively.  Deep breaths, Sarah. Just typing this is making my hands shake and my heart beat out of my chest.  In a good way.

There are a lot of variables.  My job could change at any given moment.  We could decide we are both insane and that 2015 sounds much more reasonable.

If you had told me in May that my life could change so drastically in 4 months, I wouldn't have believed you.  I would have laughed in your face.  And to think it could change even more drastically in the next 2 years? 

For once, I'm speechless.