Please be advised, the captain has turned off the "no turning back" sign, and we are now starting the final decent into marital bliss. That's right, Kyle and I have been engaged just over one year and we are getting down to business! The invitations have almost all been sent, just waiting on a few addresses. We are heading out east during the coldest darkest parts this winter and I hope to find a dress whilst in the fine cities of Halifax and Toronto.
Our plan is coming together, and our vision of a small ceremony followed by a massive party is beginning to come into focus. From where I am sitting, it looks like all is achievable and this wedding is going to go off like Mel Gibson on a visible minority. Of course, this confidence is one hundred percent the result of the enthusiasm and devotion of one Jayne Fraser and one Michael Fraser. Although Kyle and I are the betrothed, my parents have generously offered to host our wedding and if anyone knows how to throw a party, it's these cats.
Kyle and I will take our vows on the very spot where my mom and dad did 26 years ago this past August. Although present at this blessed event, I can hardly claim to recall much from my view as a one year old being handed around from one loving guest to the next. Family friends and photographic evidence assure me that it was a hell of a good time, and I believe them. Throughout the course of my life, this property has played host to birthday parties, solstice parties, epic football tournaments, backyard barbecues, pony rides and even one air show. My childhood yard holds a lifetime of good memories for me and my siblings, and I cannot think of a better place to be the backdrop for the beginning of my life with Kyle.
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