Part 20
October, 2009
Mac's POV
I'm ready to elope. All this wedding planning stuff is just getting to be a bit much. I know that it was my idea to have a formal wedding, but I just didn't remember how much went into it.
Harm was a bit surprised when I told him I wanted the classic church wedding. "I thought you wanted to get married on a hillside with no witnesses but God and the butterflies," he asked, confused. I was touched that he remembered that after all this time—after all, that was something I said, or rather Mic said, when we were engaged eight years ago.
I don't really know why I feel differently this time; maybe it's because I love Harm in a way I didn't Mic, or maybe I want our wedding to be something Bethy can be involved in. She was so excited when I asked her if she wanted to be the flower girl. However on days like this, when I've called three florists and two invitation companies, I get really tempted to book us two tickets on the next flight to Vegas.
"Snap out of it Sarah," I mumble to myself after I finalize the floral arrangements. It's just two more months until you'll be Mrs. Harmon Rabb, Jr. and then it will all be worth it." Hm. I've almost convinced myself… Too bad I don't have United on speed dial.
October, 2009
Mac's POV
I'm ready to elope. All this wedding planning stuff is just getting to be a bit much. I know that it was my idea to have a formal wedding, but I just didn't remember how much went into it.
Harm was a bit surprised when I told him I wanted the classic church wedding. "I thought you wanted to get married on a hillside with no witnesses but God and the butterflies," he asked, confused. I was touched that he remembered that after all this time—after all, that was something I said, or rather Mic said, when we were engaged eight years ago.
I don't really know why I feel differently this time; maybe it's because I love Harm in a way I didn't Mic, or maybe I want our wedding to be something Bethy can be involved in. She was so excited when I asked her if she wanted to be the flower girl. However on days like this, when I've called three florists and two invitation companies, I get really tempted to book us two tickets on the next flight to Vegas.
"Snap out of it Sarah," I mumble to myself after I finalize the floral arrangements. It's just two more months until you'll be Mrs. Harmon Rabb, Jr. and then it will all be worth it." Hm. I've almost convinced myself… Too bad I don't have United on speed dial.