On Picking A Date

When picking our date, we first discussed seasons. In Texas, I'd like to think people do their best to not plan an outdoor wedding in the depths of July or August. Its just not nice. When temperatures easily reach 105-110 degrees between 2pm and 4pm, it simply doesn't make sense. Because I already had somewhat of an idea about a venue in that the reception would ideally be outside, we had to take that into account. This left us with Spring or late Fall.

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We agreed that for our purposes, Spring seemed to be the best option. Because we became engaged in October, Spring 2012 was obviously too soon. As we talked a little more about it between ourselves and our parents, it became clear that at least one of us had to graduate before we could feel good about us getting married, and it sure wasn't going to be me. I still had plenty of nursing school related struggles to wade through, and Clayton was slated to graduate Spring 2013. At our school, graduations are held the first or second weekend in May, but its impossible to tell which weekend your major will graduate on. Because of this, the 4th and the 11th were out. We figured we might as well play it safe and not plan for the 18th just in case, even though it was a 3 day weekend in Canada. We originally settled on May 25th. However, it was soon pointed out to us that May 25th falls on Labor Day weekend, and a lot of people have their own plans, usually boat related and not involving a church. This lead us to June 1st, which was dangerously close to summer in Texas.

I was pleased to find that the first day of summer is June 21st, 2013, which technically means our date is still in the Spring! I also found this nifty graph for Arlington, Texas that specifically shows June 1st ain't too shabby for outside.

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 June 1st is also my wonderful father's birthday, but he was quick to promise us that he didn't mind. We'll have to have a special toast for him at the wedding! I did have a silly little cry when it dawned on me that he'll be giving away his daughter instead of getting gifts on his birthday, but when I told him that, he said I was being dumb. Humph. Dads.

Us at the gun range: how Texan of us Canadians!