Two weeks...its killing me!

So, Michael knows that I can be a bit neurotic.  Granted, he was not witness to my CampCare planning (not sure he would have agreed to marry me if he would have seen me that last week before camp started) but he has learned that in order for me to feel some control in my life, I like to get things planned even if its tentative.  I like to roughly outline our weekends, make grocery lists and house to do lists.   Hell, I still have a planner!   No, not a blackberry or electronic organization device...a planner!  I buy my refill every year from the same company. When it comes in the mail, I savor the time it takes to transfer birthdays, anniversaries, etc from the old one to the new one.  I LOVE my planner. 

Side note: My father LIVED by a planner when he was a salesman.  It had a metal case to withstand the abuse it took from being dropped on construction sites or run over by his car. He referred to it as his "brain." 

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Anyway after we got engaged Michael and I agreed that we would not talk about wedding plans for two weeks. We wanted to savor the idea of being engaged and not get immediately wrapped up in all the details.  Two weeks is nothing.  I did Girls Hope for 3 years I can do ANYTHING for two weeks. 

NOT SO MUCH!!

I think I lasted a day before I was on every southern wedding website looking for locations.  I have already cried twice about not finding a venue and one night I tossed and turned for hours thinking about all the details that go into planning that special day.  I finally admitted my obsessive thoughts to Michael and while channeling Prince Charming, my fiance said exactly what I needed to hear...   

"We will find a place and it will be perfect for us."

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.  He said exactly what I needed to hear.   I am a lucky girl.

Now, when is the bridal expo??