My soon to be husband thinks i've lost my mind.

He did a wonderful thing.  In fact, hands down, it was the sweetest, most beautiful thing anyone - and i mean anyone - has EVER done for me.

He planned our honeymoon and i agreed to let him keep it a secret from me until we go.

I don't do well with secrets, surprises or anything unplanned. I don't know what i was thinking. Even on a good day, i work off of lists, plans, schedules, and rules.  Spontaneaity does not exist and if that little bugger dare raise his head disguised as fun - HA! I will shove it's little face down. I DO NOT LIKE THE UNKNOWN.  Scares me to bits.

But i agreed and then i started hemming, hawing, begging PLEADING for him to tell me where we were going to go.  I had honeymoon shopping to do - how could i buy anything special for the trip if i didn't know where we were going, right?  All he had told me was that i needed my passport. That wasn't working for me.

He finally caved.  And he took my breath away and then he did the unthinkable.  He told me where we were going and THEN gave me another option. NOW WHO DOES THAT?? 2 choices?? i have to pick?? You know my issue with indecisiveness - NOW I HAVE TO CHOOSE??? aauugghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

This is where he planned ...take a deep breath... it's pretty freakin amazing...are you ready? you sure?

 Yes.  He's amazing. 2 weeks in France. One in Paris ...

and one in wine country in a cottage. And the cottage? Straight out of the Holiday.  Just France not Cottswald.

And then, while i was still letting my mind wander about the champs elysee and seeing the arc de triumph - and all things Hermes - he tells me he had also thought about this:

One week in jost van dyke BVI. sigh.  only 304 residents. No real hotels - one that kind of pretends to be. 2 bars. and a handful of cottages. Very remote.. Hawaiian Tropic, flip flops and nothing to listen to but the waves and some live reggae coming from here: 

And then a water taxi over to St. Thomas for 4 days here to wrap up our honeymoon - a little more civilized, a real hotel with a spa to get pampered by...

Call me crazy but i chose Jost Van Dyke.  I thought about how i wanted our marriage to begin. Lazy days filled with "clothing optional" afternoons, sun, sand and nothing but time.... or worrying about euro vs dollar, negotiating through a foreign city while stuttering through high school french and worrying that we wouldn't get to see it all so Go GO GO lest we miss anything...and the stress just started to surmount.

Rum at Foxy's beach dive won. Hands down.

Honey - i know you're going to read this - you're such a good man. I love you more than you will ever know and I really want you to know that I do appreciate all the thought and effort you took in planning the first round and then letting me change our plans and go down another road requiring some re-work.  I'll try not to do this too terribly often. ahem. cough. yeah.