So I realized today…
…that I’m just about approaching the 6-months-until-I-get-married mark.
I have a LOT of work to do. I have to get logistics of entertainment taken care of, work on the decor, cake design, flowers, get my dress fitted…OH MY GOD.
Can I do it in 6 months? Am I on track? Falling behind?
I talked to my mother on the phone earlier tonight, and I said, “Can you believe, that in 6 months, your BABY GIRL is going to be a MRS.???? Doesn’t it seem like just yesterday, I was 12 years old, crying on the kitchen floor, BEGGING to not have to go to school again?”
(Shut it – I moved to a new town in 7th grade, and it was very traumatic for me)
(But then I was crying in my dorm room for the first month STRAIGHT of college – this might have been a trend in my life)
Point being, I am now 35 years old, and I am going to be a BRIDE. I’m getting married. Trippy shit, man. After I broke off my first engagement about 10 years ago, and for years afterward, I thought this day would NEVER come.
I’m feeling all mushy-gushy right now. And panicky. I wake up a lot during the night, and my brain just runs wild. Lists and agendas and I’m going NUTS.
Holy CRAP, I’m getting married.