Amazing

In a magical blur, it's all over. A year of planning, months of fussing with the details, and a last week of stress, all for one day. The day I became Mrs. We ran late in the morning, we had to cut a photo stop out and at the end of the day, it was absolutely perfect. I stood by my husband, listening to him say his hand-written vows. I think the only nerves I felt was actually adrenaline running through my body. He is the one. 

The reception was breathtaking. I have the best vendors in the business, hands down. The food was excellent. The dancing lasted all the night. It was simply amazing. 

Now, I can't wait to relax.  

Countdown

Less than two weeks!! Where has the last year gone? The details are slowly being resolved. Guestbook arrived from Australia today. The last of bridesmaids and groomsmen gifts have been selected. The seating assignments are relatively in order. Tables need to be assigned, but that has to be the easy part. The list is shrinking, yet I feel like I'm forgetting something.

I started writing something to the bridesmaids about their gifts. It made me think for a second. August 25th, the first and last day of a chapter. Future decisions will now affect two instead of one. I won't have a spot to go that is just mine. It is all ours. And somehow, I'm not scared. I hope I can be everything that he needs and thinks that I am. I ponder what words to write in my vows. I've started multiple times and always end up thinking about how lucky I am and all that he does for me. I know I reciprocate. Though I'm often in awe as to how everything came to be. Perhaps that's the best part.

I had a plan 4 years ago when I decided to to move across the country to attend Darden. I can't say nothing worked out as planned, though not much did for sure. I'm not an investment banker giving my life to Wall Street. I don't bring in the same income as them either. However, I do have my work-life balance, even if life is currently consumed by wedding planning. I had plans to date no one. Suppose that lasted about a month. And in the end, I met my match. He balances me. He challenges me. He makes my heart swoon  and my knees buckle. He is my other half.

Wedding countdown in full swing...