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Hunter and I are planning our wedding.  We've chosen a date, narrowed down oodles of venues, know our desired cuisine, and have colors and decor in mind.  This is weird.

Hunter and I have been together almost 10 years.  Now, when I say we have been together that long of time already, I mean really, we're one of those couples who committed to together very early on.  We met in college and did the casual dating/bar hopping good time and by 8 months in we got our first apartment.  Now, this was definitely a fast evolvement at the ripe age of 22 but I can honestly say it was one of those amazing fits and it didn't feel nuts at all.its always felt right and for that I am grateful to say it still does.
23 years old!  Babies!
We've been together almost 10 years and engaged for five.  We've said since day one we would have a wedding celebration when we wanted and how we wanted and by god we are.  Our requests are simple: great food, dance producing music, and a good damn time.  We want our friends and family to laugh and dance and love their time with us celebrating us during this milestone we are pursuing.  It's kind of wild to think we're doing this.

Why now?  Glad you asked.  Because we want to and we both giggle and snarl eagerly at the thought of a decade together.  (A decade!  An entirely new generation is upon us!  When did that happen?). Quite honestly, it feels right meeting the 10 year mark and then embarking into the wedded side.  We're also practical humans and it is what it is but there are some things that god forbid they happen, Hunter or I could be prevented from being with the other and having any say in anything.  Not a fun part of adulthood but a consideration none the less.  To surmise, we love one another, and we are happy as we are no matter legal marriage or not, and I think we've had a hell of a good first 10 years together and we are just as eager to see what another will bring.  Boomshakalaka.
Older!  Wiser!  Still chugging from a bottle!  At least it's Mich Ultra now.
I love planning parties and our party is shaping up to surely be a favorite.  I'll share details along the way as they happen.



Yours truly,
#VeryMarriedMunterhegans

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