On the weekend, Ty and I headed home to my parent’s for one last week of preparation before our wedding this weekend. On the outskirts of a town that seems like it’s in the middle of nowhere to most, to me, ‘Marayne’ will always feel like home.
When I was a teenager, like so many others, I couldn’t wait to spread my wings and leave behind the small country town I had grown up in. But when that time actually came, I cried silently in the room I had lived in since I was 6 at the thought of leaving my family and my home and starting a new chapter of my life. I didn’t want Mum and Dad to see me cry because, well, I was 17, and because I thought if they’d seen how upset I was, they’d never let me go.
And now, the thought of starting this next, most exciting chapter of our lives together this Saturday, at our most special venue, forms a tight lump in my throat that makes it really difficult to fully express the whirlwind of emotions I’m feeling right now. So instead, I’ll say happy Monday and leave you with some snapshots I took over the weekend. You might even spy one heavily pregnant kitty! I’m hoping she has her kittens before we leave for our honeymoon – they are just so cute and teeny when they are born and I don’t want to miss it!
What does home mean to you? I’d love to hear about it, so let me know below, and thanks so much for reading! XO