There are only 7 1/2 weeks until our wedding.
A year ago next month Brian and I got engage (in a not so traditional way) and the planning started
O-M-G This is so exciting! I’m planning a wedding! There are so many things to do and so many lists to make! I can’t wait to start picking out colours and dresses and going on day trips to look at flowers and cakes.
Sweet delicious cakes.
And then we were six months away
Look at me jetting through my to-do list.
Already done meeting with my cake decorator and just left having to confirm the girls’ dresses and the flowers and.. what? The shop that I chose for the dresses isn’t following through? We have to go to a new one and are just in time to get the dresses by the week before the wedding?
No, no, it’ll be okay. We still have plenty of time and it will all be beautiful. We have plenty of help, lots of support, and so many resources. Not a worry.
And now we are 7 1/2 weeks away.
Where the hell is all the shit I bought for the crap I was going to make? Why didn’t I just order it all? If I make it through this day I’ll be happy. I’m going to be too hot; I’ll need a fan built-in. Who do I contact for that?
Are you kidding me? My dress alterations are re-scheduled again? I need booze.
What do you mean I don’t drink? Why would I make a decision like that?
Oh right… I’m on enough meds to choke a horse.
It’s okay… my day will be here soon and I have to remember to ENJOY EVERY SECOND.