More of the wedding
On Saturday morning, we visited two florists in Mount Eliza, whose arrangements I've always liked. Both had differing ideas of how to deal with our vision, so we'll see what they come back with, and go from there.
That afternoon, we went into the city to drop my engagement ring in to be polished, the setting checked, etc. I probably won't get it back for 2-3 weeks. But in the meantime I get to wear the big pretend ring that Stu propsed with, which is rather sentimental.
On Sunday evening we had another meeting at the church, with a few other couples. We all completed a questionnaire (individually, to ensure that the answers were honest), which tries to determine where the strengths and 'problematic issues', lie in a relationship, and then provides ways to discuss them.
Our questionnaires have been sent off, mine will be compared against Stuart's, and then we have a 'fun' meeting with the priest. I actually quite like the idea - in no way will we be told that we're doomed, but in a time where far too many couples jump into relationships without really discussing their problems, and then (shock, horror!) divorce, I like that they're helping people to strategise their way through the relationship, and respect each other's differences.
Bad news however, Reverend Timbo, whom we thought would be officiating our ceremony, is moving to another parish. So we have no idea of who it will be, nor can the church confirm who it will be at this point. We might find out a month or two before the day. Ah well, we are assured that there will be somebody, and I guess that's all we should worry about.
Also, we were hoping to move the time forward slightly, but no can do, as another couple is also getting married that day (Grand Final day is apparently as popular as any other at this church!).
Eh, we'll cram it all in!
Sadly, Stu's grandma is saying that she wants to come to the ceremony, but is unsure about the reception - as we're arranging a room for her to retire to when she's had her fill, we really hope she'll reconsider.
Better than my grandparents, who, as they're in Queensland, and one is rather ill, don't think they'll come at all (Dad's working on them).
That afternoon, we went into the city to drop my engagement ring in to be polished, the setting checked, etc. I probably won't get it back for 2-3 weeks. But in the meantime I get to wear the big pretend ring that Stu propsed with, which is rather sentimental.
On Sunday evening we had another meeting at the church, with a few other couples. We all completed a questionnaire (individually, to ensure that the answers were honest), which tries to determine where the strengths and 'problematic issues', lie in a relationship, and then provides ways to discuss them.
Our questionnaires have been sent off, mine will be compared against Stuart's, and then we have a 'fun' meeting with the priest. I actually quite like the idea - in no way will we be told that we're doomed, but in a time where far too many couples jump into relationships without really discussing their problems, and then (shock, horror!) divorce, I like that they're helping people to strategise their way through the relationship, and respect each other's differences.
Bad news however, Reverend Timbo, whom we thought would be officiating our ceremony, is moving to another parish. So we have no idea of who it will be, nor can the church confirm who it will be at this point. We might find out a month or two before the day. Ah well, we are assured that there will be somebody, and I guess that's all we should worry about.
Also, we were hoping to move the time forward slightly, but no can do, as another couple is also getting married that day (Grand Final day is apparently as popular as any other at this church!).
Eh, we'll cram it all in!
Sadly, Stu's grandma is saying that she wants to come to the ceremony, but is unsure about the reception - as we're arranging a room for her to retire to when she's had her fill, we really hope she'll reconsider.
Better than my grandparents, who, as they're in Queensland, and one is rather ill, don't think they'll come at all (Dad's working on them).
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