It's been a little over six months since Stuart proposed, and a little under nine months until our wedding - it's probably time that I started blogging about it! Now planning a wedding isn't easy by any means, but adding in the whole Atlantic Ocean really complicates matters..
Initially we were just going to head down to the courthouse, but Stuart's an only child and I'm the baby of my family so that just wasn't going to work for us (read: our moms). I'm not going to lie and say that this has been the easiest experience of my life, it really would be nice if I could just call Stuart or his mom to confirm details but distance and a 5 hour time difference is against me. So it's been complicated, and a lot of the excitement has been lost in waiting for responses to emails. But even with all of that, it hasn't been as hard as I expected and now that we're over the initial hump of planning (venue's been reserved, catering has been contacted, dress shopping will happen soon) it's starting to get a lot more real.
I'm starting to imagine what it's going to be like surrounded by friends and family - some of whom I haven't seen in years and some I haven't even met yet - celebrating us. I'm excited to have my family be a part of the ceremony and I'm excited that they're excited to help me pull this off. Even if they weren't serious, both my mother and my sister have agreed to bake pies (because cake is so 2014) and my niece has offered on several occasions to be my flower girl.
It's easy enough to get lost in what we don't have. The opportunities we're missing out on because we live so far apart, but whenever things get sad it's important to remember what we do have: family that's willing to help, friends willing to travel long distances just to be with us on our special day, and each other - the best support I could have asked for. That's how you plan a wedding across an ocean.
American expat in the UK - former LDR - US to Scotland ✨
