Tuesday, January 11, 2011

To have and to hold, and to take a vacation

For a long while, Brandon and I did not think we were going to be able to take a honeymoon. He is extremely dedicated to his students and knows that they need consistency and support from him, since many of them cannot find that support and consistency at home. However, Brandon is a wonderful, caring, compassionate man and he knows that I am needy and that I have been planning my wedding/honeymoon since the moment that I knew what a wedding and a honeymoon even are. So while he shot down the Caribbean cruise or All-Inclusive resort stay due to excessive costs and the fact that we want to buy a home soon after the wedding, he did say that we could plan a vacation to take place after the honeymoon. I will take it.

At first he had suggested we go to Ocean City. It’s close and it’s cheap. Not thrilled with the idea of Ocean City, I agreed because well, I was thrilled with the idea of a honeymoon after almost a year of thinking it was not in the cards. After more thought, I decided to look into finding a better honeymoon location than Ocean City. I want something near the beach, something cozy and something affordable. Michelle suggested that I look into B&Bs along the Eastern Shore. I looked in Ocean City, Rehoboth, Bethany, Dewey, VA Beach, etc. Finally, I found the one. Miss Molly’s Inn Bed & Breakfast in Chincoteague, Virginia.  
http://missmollys-inn.com/

So today I called them to see what the rate would be, how far in advance they suggest we book and what the deposit would be. I spoke with the most wonderful English woman, ever. She was so kind and so sweet. Apparently, they did not even need a deposit, just my credit card number to hold the room. Perfect. When she asked for the name of the reservation she said, “Ok love, and what will your married name be – because when we get to meet you, it will be your name.” I cried, not the sad weepy kind of cry but that holy crap, I am getting married cry. I gave her our information and she wished us a million congratulations. Then I got the email confirmation address to “the future Mrs. Wilkinson.” Eek! I am getting married! :)