Countdown : 15 days
Even though I haven't had to work for two weeks now, I'm still really psyched about getting a vacation. Aside from the most obvious reasons, I'll have a solid week without phone calls from my mother regarding planning the wedding. We haven't even set a date yet, and she's already bombarded me with questions about everything imaginable. I've been 'just saying no' to planning anything before we get back from vacation. One monumental thing at a time, please and thanks.
I'm assuming most have some special meaning behind the date they pick for their wedding. I think our special reasoning is going to answer "if our anniversary was on the Xth of the month of Y, would it be a good time for a vacation?". Or something like that. I'm still left to wonder when exactly I reach the point of being able to feel more excited than anxious about the wedding, given that there seems to be about 393484 things to do.
But I'm excited...I've had dreams about the rehearsal dinner which surprisingly don't involve a food fight between each side of the family. I can tell my mom's excited. It's like she's getting married...this morning, she talked to me for an hour and a half about the gown, flowers, setting, gift for the groom, cake, bridesmaids' dresses, the something old, new, borrowed, and blue, and caterer. I'm sure there was more but I kept hurrying along each subject. Of course I've thought about each of these in passing, but not with the intensity she has. She wanted to know my colors, church or chapel, and preference on neckline. I want to know when the wedding is taking place.
I'm still not ceasing to be amazed by this incredible transition my life has gone through.
I'm assuming most have some special meaning behind the date they pick for their wedding. I think our special reasoning is going to answer "if our anniversary was on the Xth of the month of Y, would it be a good time for a vacation?". Or something like that. I'm still left to wonder when exactly I reach the point of being able to feel more excited than anxious about the wedding, given that there seems to be about 393484 things to do.
But I'm excited...I've had dreams about the rehearsal dinner which surprisingly don't involve a food fight between each side of the family. I can tell my mom's excited. It's like she's getting married...this morning, she talked to me for an hour and a half about the gown, flowers, setting, gift for the groom, cake, bridesmaids' dresses, the something old, new, borrowed, and blue, and caterer. I'm sure there was more but I kept hurrying along each subject. Of course I've thought about each of these in passing, but not with the intensity she has. She wanted to know my colors, church or chapel, and preference on neckline. I want to know when the wedding is taking place.
I'm still not ceasing to be amazed by this incredible transition my life has gone through.