A Change of Plans

I hope things come together as theoretically planned. The other day Phillip sent me a text message at work asking what I thought about a destination wedding. A long time ago, before we were even engaged, my dad said that if we got married in Costa Rica he’d pay for the whole thing. Well, we joked about it with Phillip’s grandparents once after we had gotten engaged. They said they would love that.

Apparently it came up again this weekend while Phillip was at home for a golf tournament, which led to the text message, which led my burning anxiety to ask my dad if the offer would still hold true. He was in all day meetings yesterday. I thought I was going to go nuts. On his way home he called and asked if we had a beer he could stop by and drink. Of course! Perfect!

Why a destination wedding? Phillip’s cousin is getting married two weeks before us, in Kearney and having their reception at our hotel. Basically we are going to have the exact same wedding two weeks later. It would also be exactly like most other weddings of everyone I know. So why not do something different, wild and crazy and make it very memorable!

We can still have a reception. Come to think of it, a reception after the fact would be much more relaxed and cheaper. We’d buy a cow, serve hamburgers and hot dogs and be good to go. We could still have our band play and make it one big party like receptions are meant to be.

My parents are on board with a Costa Rican wedding, Nancy and Chato are on board and would help plan it, Phillip’s grandparents would love to go. The only people left to ask are Phillip’s parents. I could have a bouquet of fresh tropical and exotic flowers, we could marry outside with a beautiful background and then BAM! instant honeymoon! I hope this works out.