My goodness I’m getting married.
In…under 50 days…
It’s easy to lose it sometimes, in the midst of so much else going on: burning cathedrals, immigration lawyers, work, play…y’know the world. Sometimes it’s actually easy to lose track of the fact that in less than a month I am putting on that white dress and walking down the aisle.
I suppose I’ve really not been one of those gushy over the top brides. Not really. I’m a girly girl quietly – my bachelorette was my trip to Vancouver, and will also be the slumber party I am doubtlessly having with my two bridesmaids the night they arrive. No tiaras, no sashes, just me and two friends and popcorn and probably a lot of Doctor Who…or Disney, that remains to be seen. But just because I’m not all-wedding-all-the-time gushy doesn’t mean that I’m not excited, or that I’m not thinking about it…a lot. Constantly.
It just feels so surreal. So incredibly surreal. In a really cool kind of way.
But I’ve finally stopped spinning. Things are either going to get done or they’re not. I came to a conscious choice the other day that this coming month was going to be fun, because after all, I’m supposed to enjoy being a bride!
Not to mention, I have a really…really…beautiful dress.