This pic was taken the first day we were engaged...it's Mr. Right's two favorite things!

I’ve spent years thinking about what “the moment” would be like—what girl hasn’t? What would I say? What would I do when Mr. Right popped the question and slipped a big ol’ piece of bling on my finger.  Well, it happened two months ago.  I never envisioned myself asking “are you serious?” or “am I dreaming?” but those were the only words I could spit out when Mr. Right did pop the question.

I seriously couldn't stop my hand from shaking

He was serious, and I wasn’t dreaming. And since then, it’s been a whirlwind of venue-hunting, color-searching and address-gathering that has led to much joy, with a few minor freak-outs (just being honest)! Given my profession–LA fashion publicist–one would think I would have had my wedding planned out and ready within a day of the proposal. Ironically, most were surprised to find that I really had no clue what I wanted, no desire for a couture gown or any crazy floral budget. And most surprisingly, that I would not be subjecting my 30+ BFF’s to a walk down the aisle in ugly dresses. That’s right–no bridal party (DUN DA-DUN DUN!!). But I did decide that this would be My Day, My Way. Or perhaps in the spirit of joining my life with Mr. Right’s–Our Day, Our Way.

And so it begins.