Sometimes We Get A Lil' Crazy.. .

So, we have some wedding-esque news that has the potential to knock your socks off. Be prepared to experience the following: laughter, tears, surprise (!!!), confusion, annoyance, the irresistible urge to roll your eyes, hug us and spit on your computer screen.. .at us.

Let’s reminisce a bit, shall we? Some odd weeks (okay, okay, MONTHS, multiple months) ago—my dear fiancée and I set a wedding date, booked a venue, a caterer, a photographer, picked colors.. .okay, so we merely narrowed down color possibilities, I went through the grueling process of trying on wedding dresses, we ordered fancy-shimmery-paper for our invitations, we sent “Save the Dates”, and we started a countdown to remind us of the daunting number of days between us and our “I Do’s.”

Here’s  an interesting thought--- Scratch all of the above mentioned tasks and obligations. Throw the mind-numbing hours of unconvincing decisiveness out of the proverbial window and take a breath so that you process this next thought with an open mind..  .maybe even count to 10? 1….2….3.. .4…okay, we’re not doing that.

We’ve changed our plans, people. 

We are forgoing the big wedding 

to indulge our inner-romantics 

by “running away together” 

to exchange I Do’s.

Which means 

that our guests can “unsave the date,” 

as we no longer own June 4, 2011.

Are you rolling your eyes yet? Screaming at your computer? Working on an impressive spit ball which has the ability to travel through cyber space?

There are about 1,000,000… . . more realistically, a handful of reasons why we on-not-so-much-of-a-whim decided to obliterate our wedding plans for the sake of simplicity. I will cover the basic(s) while being incredibly elusive and non-specific. The Jist: The Nitty-Gritty: That brown eyed-boy and I love each other, A Lot. And what we want most out of “our” day is to walk away from it as Husband and Wife—that is our only purpose and priority. That’s about as good of an explanation as I can provide, or am willing to provide. And believe me, that’s a lot more invasive than Zach’s idea of an explanation: He wanted to say....

“Dear Friends and Family. We are Eloping. <3”

Boys. They are so too-the-point. Girls, we are so over-explanatory-to-the-point-of-confusing.

So, “What Now?,” you ask.

We elope. We start making our house a home and we wake up every day as Mr. and Mrs. McClure. As a side note: I hope you’re not still holding your breath and/or counting… because if you are, you might suffocate and/or suffer no real consequences from counting. We would love to spend time visiting with any/all of you despite the fact that we’ve nixed our wedding plans. And considering that we have 2 extra bedrooms and also that I make a mean breakfast casserole--- we’d love some guests.

Let’s  Re-Cap, shall we?

1.    We have given June 4^th back to the people—so, don’t buy a plane ticket, stress about what to wear and/or show up to Summerour Studio on the evening of June 4th expecting a Big Fat Greek wedding…’cause we won’t be there! BUT—if you WANT to come visit with us… PLEASE do.

2.    We are eloping. And will of course, keep you updated on all developments and/or activities pertaining to our romantically satisfying elopement. I'm sure we will throw together an open house at our new digs and/or some kind of casual get together.

3.    Please dispose of your spit ball(s) and/or paper wads in a civilized fashion. I.E…not all over our cyber-faces.

If you have questions, comments, or just bad gas—we’d love to talk with you concerning most of the previously mentioned matters. We love all of you.

In other news.. . .I have A LOT of updating to do. Perhaps I'll go nuts regurgitating the past 2 months of our lives whilst Zach pretends to study tonight? Although, don't hold your breath.. . .seriously.

Until next time,

Z+M