In the midst of the minutiae of wedding planning, I sometimes forget what's actually going to be happening at the end of this.
I'll read something or be thinking too deeply. And it'll hit me all of sudden.
DF and I will be married.
Lives joined together. Officially and inextricably.
A few years ago, this would have terrified me. But with DF I'm not feeling anxious about such a change.
Closer we get to the day, the more anxious I may feel though I suspect that will be more because of the details of the day rather than the getting married part.
It's a big change. The biggest change in my life since I moved to Boston. Considering how nervous I was about that, it's a little surprising not to be feeling any nerves.
Except this change feels the most natural thing to me.