Posts Tagged ‘marriage’

got my text from Home Affairs around 9am today – saying my passport had been dispatched to WHA.
i then got a text around 1300 saying it had arrived at WHA and was ready for collection – so I RACED to HA (Broomhilda took offense at my bad driving and did her jerky jerky stall thing most of the way there and all the way home) after work and dashed inside.
(parking guard tapping his watch as I ran passed – they close at 5pm)
“vinnig vinning, mevrou!” he said

While I was there, I asked about my birth certificate too, which was about 5 months now (2 to 3 months they said and I applied in October last year) and apparently I must be on some sort of “watch list” now (after throwing my toys quite vehemently last time) because the guy JUMPED to help and went and spoke to the head of that department and she gave me her direct line and said she would check it out in the morning etc. Which is pretty cool.
I should have asked about my marriage license too… the unabridged one.
I’ll mail Andred about that.

so now i have my passport.

now the real processes can begin!
Have to DHL my stuff – need to make copies and get them certified before i send them of course. So i can start things on my side too.
Not that i can start much – oh! can get my international drivers license!
That’s a step.

so tired
what an awful day
but that’s at least one bright little light in my day.

we carry on
tally ho
on the beaches
in the trenches

and f**k you stupid blonde freshman – so WHAT if I am a geek? So what if I tripped? You’re not in high school any more, grow up.

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today is one month of “married life”
of course, as in all things, we are different.
we’ve only actually had 2 weeks “together” of “married life”
the last 2 weeks have been from a distance, as usual.

but i’m storing it all up inside… keeping it burning…

the distance is ticking away…

soon, my love…
soon.

Ok so at some point in October, my amazing man decided that we needed to stop this long distance hogwash, and Be Together.

He asked me to marry him – it was a mutual decision after much discussion – not so much an “OH WOW!” proposal as an “I think it would be awesome, what do you think?” kind of thing. We both agreed – it would be sheer brilliance.

I said it would NOT be Official until he got there in December and got down on one knee and did the whole asking thing. I wanted that. It was actually my only condition in this whole thing. He agreed.

So unofficially we were engaged.

It was surreal.

And so I started planning things and getting quotes and looking for a dress.

This was going to be the most totally awesome laid back relaxed Saffy wedding we could possibly want/afford/organise in such a short time.

Luckily I had the help of my amazing friends, and my steady and full-of-ideas mother.  I wasn’t panicked – EVER. I wasn’t stressed – EVER. No seriously. The number of shop assistants and people who said “OMG! THIS Saturday?! Why are you so freakishly calm!?” led me to believe that I am some sort of wedding mutant. But I’m totally cool with that. Oh and the comments about my bizarrely skinny and long fingers added to that.

Only time I felt any anxiety of any sort, was the few steps I took down the stairs (I didn’t fall! Much to my future husbands pride) (to have my arm grabbed by my socially shy brother who went WAY out of his comfort zone, to give me away – his offer) and down the (very short) aisle (with the soothing sounds of Bob Marley’s 3 Little Birds as my wedding anthem) towards my future husband. He looked calm. But that was a facade, as his voice gave a warble a few times when we spoke our vows. It was adorable. And it made me feel so much better. He always makes me feel better. About so many things. But I digress….

This moment of panic was brief – my heart pounded its way up my throat for a few moments and then slowed to a normal speed after that. My hands had also stopped shaking by the time I had to put the ring on his finger. Luckily the ceremony was short (and very sweet) and before we knew it we were signing the register. Slightly dazed looking.

It was done. I was Mrs V. Then the party started!

I’m still pretty much wafting on a cloud – of happiness and sheer disbelief. I’m a married woman.

I have a husband.

I’ve introduced him now to a few people and paused… strangely.. “And this is my … <breath>  husband.”

It’s both weird and wonderful.

I love it.

I love him. He loves me.

Now we can move FORWARD together. Looking in the same direction – but never losing what makes us each special – our individuality.

Now also comes the extraordinarily fun bit – lots of paperwork and red tape and changing names and changing details. (That was sarcasm, in case you missed it)

And the waiting.

Lots of waiting.