One week from today I will be completing the final steps on my checklists. Picking up the fresh flowers, getting my nails done (for the first time in my life by the way), packing up the dress and shoes and other little things to bring down to the church so that when I wake up Saturday morning most of the work will already be done.
It's amazing how fast 4 years can pass and even more amazing how fast the last one making it 5 did. It really seems like yesterday that we were standing out on that chilly February day, him on one knee, me gasping for air. And now it's just eight days away from coming to the end... well really we all know it will be the beginning, but it also feels like the end. It is the happiest end of my life. Where the planning, and dreaming, and love all come together.
It's consuming all my thoughts and more than anything, I want Saturday the 8th to come fast.
