It's less than six weeks before the wedding. And every time I let myself think about it, I mean really think about it, visualize it, imagine it, excited butterflies flutter their wings against the walls of my stomach.
I'm getting married. And it's becoming more and more real to me the closer we get to W Day, as it should.
Like most little girls, I looked forward to the day I would get married. I didn't seriously start to contemplate what it would look like until a couple of my high school friends got married, and then a few years later, my college friends.
But it wasn't the marriage I really wanted. It was the wedding. The beautiful white dress, a day to celebrate love and happiness, the fun with all the people I love most in the world. And let's be honest, all those presents.
Since I met DF and I started to seriously think about what my wedding (and then eventualy our wedding) would look like, I began to put some serious thought into what a wedding is.
Thanks to Disney and countless other movies and books, it's easy to think of a wedding as the end game. The ultimate perfect ending.
It's actually the opposite. It's a beginning. Not of life. But of a new chapter in my book of life.
And I cannot wait to turn that page with DF.