The boy and i had  a discussion the other night about our upcoming nuptuals and the honeymoon.  For the past 6 months we’ve been racking up points on a cruise card hoping to score a free cruise.  While we have oodles of points, it’s no free cruise.  So, he suggested we just sit on that for a while, and see if we can accumulate more points and maybe take a delayed honeymoon.

I have limited vacation time since I’ve been at my job less than a year, and I was less than thrilled at the thought of marrying him, and heading back to work the following Monday.  The word delay has never sat highly in my vocabulary.  Nor has patience.  By the end of the night, after I had sulked around the house for a bit, he had another idea.

What about those last minute deals that we see across our email feeds all the time?  Could we take a last minute cruise for much cheaper, could we go somewhere else we might enjoy more?  This morning I got to dreaming about all the interesting places we could go.  National Parks are always on the tops of my travel list, so what about somewhere out West where we could honeymoon and squeeze in a couple of days at a NP?  He liked the idea too!

I used to be very spontaneous.  I would wake up in the morning and decide to drive to another state just for the heck of it.  I’m not sure what put the kaibosh on that but somewhere in my mid-20’s I decided I need to be more responsible, especially financially, and I slowly stopped going on those last minute adventures.  But I miss them!

While the timeline of this will be planned, the location will be based on cost and where we feel called to be the week after we wed.  I’m pumped to be spontaneous with the boy, just like we were when we first started dating nearly 3 years ago when I spontaneous flagged him over to me from across the nearly empty room at the end of a benefit concert.