December 21st. That's a good day to get married, right?
That's what Matt said and Sam, who seemed like he wasn't actually paying attention, sat up, closed his book and said It does. It sounds like a really good day.
Then they sat there grinning like fools at each other until we all jumped on them.
Finally. A date. A plan. A...month? JESUS. This is like that time when Jacob gave me mere days notice for the smallest wedding the world has ever seen. This will be slightly larger but not by much. They have a few ideas in mind and they're all wonderful. Including breakfast. Wedding pancakes. Things involving flavoured coffees and candles. Winter sunrise. Kilts and Ben's pipes and snow and mountains and I don't even. Gosh. I just don't even.
I've been married too many times to never have planned a wedding (fun fact!)
And now the teasing has begun, because everyone keeps asking Sam when he's going shopping for THE DRESS.
I want to smack them all and cry with happiness at the same time.
Sam I love you to pieces. I hope you know that.
