I struggled to find the right title for this one, as I describe to you our honeymoon planning journey. Now I should caveat this by saying, if you don’t already know, that I am quite organised and, I wouldn’t say a control freak, but I do like to be in control. When planning a holiday (or in this case a honeymoon) I would always be the one to take the lead in booking and organising the trip.
A few weeks ago we were lucky enough to be told by my dad that he intended to pay for our honeymoon. This was completely unexpected and as anyone planning a wedding will know, any financial aid is much appreciated. Me and Paddy spent the following weekend setting to work on wedding planning and decided to spend some time looking at honeymoons. For my birthday Paddy had bought me the Lonely Planet book ‘Where to Go When’ so we enjoyed reading through it and narrowing down destinations.
We looked at so many options; complete beach luxury, safari, adventure, multi-centre, culture, and so much more, and finally started to narrow it down. At this point, I wanted to check in with my dad to set expectations about money. I didn’t want him to think that because we knew he was paying, that we thought it was an unlimited budget. We knew what we wanted to do, and we would do the same if we were paying, so anything outside of his budget expectations we would agree to pay for ourselves.
The big surprise
I set about having this conversation with my dad, before he stopped me abruptly. Turns out, his idea of paying for the honeymoon was very different to mine. This was when the bombshell dropped. My dad’s plan was that not only was he paying for the honeymoon, he was booking it, and we would have NO IDEA WHERE WE ARE GOING.
Well, I didn’t know how to react. As previously mentioned, I like to be in control (I also don’t like secrets) and we’d actually looked and got our hearts set on something! This was a complete curve ball. But also, really cute. I was torn. I was so surprised, but felt so out of control. He’s adamant he’s telling me nothing. I tried to just drop some hints, “I want it to be out of Europe”, “It needs to be luxurious”, “But there needs to be things to do, we like adventure” and the most important thing, “I need to know what to pack!”.
His grand plan is that we’ll find out where we’re going on our wedding day. He was intending to book for us to leave the next day, which I HAD to vito, for two reasons. Firstly, we have friends getting married two weeks after us, so we want to wait to go away after their wedding. Secondly, did I not already mentioned I’d need to know what to pack? I’ve already got a list of things I want to buy for my honeymoon (including monogrammed wicker bag with my new initials) and I absolutely refuse to have the pleasure of that shopping taken away from me.
Once I got over the shock, and I’ve come to terms with giving up control, I’ve really come round to the idea. It’s so sweet of my dad, and obviously means so much to him, so that’s reason enough to just go with it. But on top of that, it’s one less thing to think about / plan / pay for. Ultimately, we would have paid for our dream honeymoon ourselves anyway, so there’s nothing stopping us from booking that trip ourselves anyway. But in the meantime, we get a free trip that’s such a thoughtful and takes the stress away from us.
I honestly at this point have no idea what to expect, but for now I’m trying not to think about it and to trust in my dad’s decision. Anyone else had an experience like this? Talk to me about it in the comments below!
Also, the boring update: Caterer finally booked, yay! Paddy has started looking at suits, and next job is to confirm entertainment. 9 months and counting!