This is it. The week of the wedding. What I've worked more than nine months to organize and plan.
I am slightly anxious. Not about the getting married part. But more that it'll be as awesome as the vision in my head. I'm sure it will, but the nerves I still has.
People have asked me if I'm ready for it to be over. It's actually not a simple answer.
On one hand, I am ready for it to be here. I am ready to move on to the next phase of my life. The next project - which will hopefully be updating our kitchen. I am ready to lie on a beach in Jamaica with my book in one hand and a margarita in the other. But most of all, I am ready to be married.
On the other, I have enjoyed the last nine plus months. Sure it's been incredibly stressful at times, even overwhelming. It hasn't always been easy, and I may or may not have broken down more than once. But I have really enjoyed it... the planning, the creativity, the special moments with my mom and/or dad. I enjoyed being a bride. And after Saturday I will no longer be a bride, which makes me a little sad.
So the end to our wedding journey - as almost all the ends of chapters of my life have been - is a bit bittersweet, as I look forward to the next phase/project but am sad to see the end of the previous one.