To reiterate: I’m getting married in 100 days.
Thank the effing stars.
To say I’m impatient is like saying Harry Potter is a wizard. The only appropriate response is, “… Well, yeah. Duh.”
But it’s crazy to think that, starting tomorrow, we’re down to a double-digit countdown. Which has me thinking of all the crazy stuff that’s all kinds of motion right now. In no particular order:
- One more time: 100 DAYS.
- The invitations are printed (the graphic designer beau designed them. They’re GORGEOUS) and waiting to be stuffed. Hopefully, I remember to stop at the post office today or tomorrow so we can stamp the tiny RSVP envelopes and subsequently get the larger envelopes stuffed.
- I went for my dress fitting yesterday with my friend Sara. The alterations folks were surprised I was doing it so early. But basically, I am the size I am. Oh sure, the week before the wedding I’ll make sure I have a flat belly (no pop, minimal dairy), but I’m not going to be doing anything crazy to drop down a whole size or two. Jeff fell in love with me when I was an 8, and now I’m an 8/10. I’m cool with that. (I eat when I’m happy. Jeff put 10 pounds on me.)
- Shower No. 1 is next month.
- My almost-sister-in-law sent me some pics of my almost-nieces in their flower girl dresses, and I about squealed. So stinkin’ cute. (One flower girl’s reaction to the dress: “I love it just so much.”
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All of which is to say: I’m a bouncing ball of happy right about now.