There are six days until the wedding, and I just heard the most beautiful words I've ever heard out of my fiance's mouth. Better than "I love you", better than, "Will you marry me?", better than, "Do you want me to bring you some ice cream?". Yes. Better. I was just casually mentioning that Liz (his sister) told me that their family in England has access to extra WEG (World Equestrian Games) tickets in Normany, France and how cool it would be to go. Then he said the words "I've always wanted to go to Normandy! We should go watch cross country and stay at a winery before the weekend or go to my family's house in the Alps as our honeymoon! Is Boyd riding?" I mean, other than the fact that my fiance has a somewhat sizeable man crush on Boyd Martin and whether or not he is riding could dictate the plans for our honeymoon, these are perhaps the most fun series of phrases I've ever heard him utter. I reminded him that Kim (Severson) is riding and that Lis Storandt will be there too. (We know these people better than we know Boyd, and I think they are equally as pretty) He then said, "We should look for flights!" OMG. Could this be the honeymoon of my dreams? Wine. Romantic dates with my new Hubby. Horses. Friends. French.
Boyd stalking. Bread.
Here's the hitch... I am a TERRIBLE flyer and these flights are LONG. Also we can't currently afford anything even close to those plane tickets. However, I found a four leaf clover today in the yard so maybe some luck will come our way. Maybe they can drug me for the entire flight if we go. Even if we don't go, I'm still pretty sure I'm marrying the sweetest man in the world just for considering letting me watch XC at WEG as part of our honeymoon. I love him.
He loves Boyd.
