I felt, very sincerely, that I'd be so anxious about my wedding day that I'd not be able to enjoy any happy anticipation or gleeful countdown-ing. But despite the map-like pattern of hives that has been popping up all over my body, I am actually feeling giddy about the soon-to-be date. My wedding photographers sent me a form to complete about the members of the wedding, the style of our ceremony, the most important piece of the wedding to us both, and I was filling it out, grinning from ear to ear. It's almost here! The day that seems (and is) so stressful, and often quaint, when looking at it from afar. But a day that, when you get a bit closer, looks like the most fantastic day I have to experience yet.
I went to Target today to buy myself some make-up for the big day, some shorts for Hawaii (there are none in stores, apparently), and some bikini bottoms (ugh), and am starting to accumulate these little bags full of things all over the house. They're all wedding-dedicated and I'm sure that they're going to fill my suitcase to the brim and leave no extra room for necessities like hair dryers or blush. I have a bag here of t-shirts from the Gap (these!), one in the closet for my wedding shoes, a few hanging in the closet carrying my rehearsal dinner dress, Ben's suit, my veil. I have a bag full of invitation supplies and thank-you cards. A wrapped package holding our guest book. A little box full of pens for said guestbook. Bags full of gifts for various members of the party. How does one fit all of this into a suitcase? Perhaps a Hawaii suitcase, containing only light coverups and shorts, is the way. It remains to be seen.
My Mom let me know today that looking at our checklist of "to-do"s for the wedding gave her heart palpitations. I think that I've successfully transferred all of my nervous energy onto someone else. Thanks, Mom! You've made this a bearable experience for me. Here's to the remaining month!