Sometime in the middle of September in 2010, Will and I drove up to the Y, sat on the hood of my car and talked about getting married. It probably would have been really romantic if there weren't a million other awkward BYU couples sitting on their cars probably having the same conversation (Provo problems...)
Anyway, we had reached the point in our relationship where we were pretty certain that we were going to get married and it was now just a matter of when. Actually, I don't really remember having a conversation about if we wanted get married, now that I think about it, I just remember a few weeks prior we were hiking and I asked him what he thought our kids would look like and he said he hoped the girls would have red hair so I figured that meant he wanted to marry me.
Aaaaaaanyway, on this particular night at the Y we had our first serious discussion about getting married and we found ourselves facing the classic BYU "do we get married in April or December because we don't want to get married in the middle of the semester" dilemma. Will was being very cryptic about his opinion on the subject and kept saying "my Grandpa always said have a long courtship and a short engagement" and I kept asking "Well how long is long and how short is short?" and he just shrugged his shoulders and said that ultimately it was up to me when we got married because I was the one who had to plan the wedding.
Great. So it was all in my hands.
The conversation didn't really go anywhere from there, so when I got home later that night I was utterly confused and had no idea which option to choose - of course I loved Will and was ready to marry him, but I was torn by thoughts of all the cautionary wisdom I had received from parents and church leaders and the like of not rushing into things and make sure he's the one, but then also don't be engaged for too long and when ya know ya know, and holy cow I'm not ready to get married! And what about my dream spring wedding of sage green and pale yellow and daisies and white linens and lemons in jars! In all my youth it had never occurred to me that I wouldn't be getting married in the spring - everyone gets married in the spring!
Eventually I worked myself into such a state of anxiety that my wise roommate Shirley finally sat me down and forced me to make a pro-con list. Not about whether or not to marry Will, but about an April v. December wedding.
Obviously, I came to the conclusion that putting off getting married just so you can have your dream April wedding was not a good excuse and that I was, in fact, ready to get married, and that many people do, in fact, get married in December. And luckily, Will felt the same way (except he wasn't as crushed that he had to give up his dream wedding ;) ) Of course I still dream about my yellow wedding from time to time, but hey that's why you have daughters right?
Now that almost three years have gone by since we were married, of course I'm glad I chose to go for December instead of waiting until April, but I am also realizing that there are perks to getting married in December. My pictures didn't have any lovely spring flowers blooming by the temple, but at least I am all set for my Christmas decorations! Thanks to both our mom's for letting me keep all this stuff :).
I'm glad I picked the right time. Oh, and the right guy ;).