Before the wedding.
After this weekend, I will no longer be wearing my engagement ring.
I remember taking that picture. It was in East Lansing at the bus stop for Lot 89. It was FREEZING cold, but I had to take off my mitten and take a picture of my ring because it looked so pretty. It's being turned into the jeweler so that it can be soldered into my wedding band, so while it's not a bad thing that's happening, I'm still a bit saddened by it in an odd way. This ring has been with me since December 2006. I've had it for so long now it's hard to imagine that it won't be the same. I'm extremely happy with what the ring is becoming (21 days!), but at the same time I'm going to miss it. It is my engagement ring, and in a way it will be gone. I feel the same way about my last name. Even though I'm moving up in the alphabet (not by much, but still) I'm already thinking, "I'm going to have to learn my signature again, and also to write DeHaan instead of Dunlap. Weird."
Speaking of the wedding, more people have RSVP'd, but still many have not. While I understand that this is a common thing, at the same time I want to know how many more are coming!!! I have never been good with anticipation; I actually watch when I get shots because then I know when the pain comes. In some ways, I wonder if some of my friends are purposefully waiting until the last minute because they know I will be wondering whether or not they're coming.