Today, out of nowhere (well, after watching part of one of my videos from the BVI), I got the urge to go to the BVI and get married.
I haven’t missed living in the BVI, as my memories of the Caribbean are mixed with thoughts of working a job that I didn’t enjoy, but as those work-related memories are fading, the good memories (the beaches, the fishing, the palm trees, the fresh coconut, the SNORKELING) are becoming more and more pure, and I’m enjoying reminicing about the year that Clive and I spent there.
Then I looked at the cost of flying to Puerto Rico on Febuary 13, and it’s a mere $129 USD from Buffalo, NY each way, per person. Totally do-able. Getting time off work without losing my job? Kind of unlikely.
I could get an off-the-rack wedding dress, convince our family to fly down there (and some special friends), and have a small wedding on a beach and then go out for dinner. Then we’d have a party before we leave Ontario in the summer. And our honeymoon? Well, that would either have to wait, or we could count our road trip to Nova Scotia as our honeymoon.
Yesterday I thought it’d be fine to get married after the baby arrives (even if it’s two years later), which it still would be, but today I really just want to be Clive’s wife and visit the islands again and see the aqua water.
