Two Weeks

Two weeks from today, at this very moment, I'll be putting on my wedding dress, fixing my makeup, fluffing my hair, taking deep breaths.

Give it a few hours and George and I will be married.

Right now, at this actual moment in time, I'm sitting on the couch with a face mask on (I LOVE "Love Lettuce" from Lush) and taking a break from trying to figure out our wedding programs.  One side of our apartment is absolutely brimming with boxes, wedding decorations, silly props, and wedding presents (which reminds me, I am horrifically behind on my thank you notes).

George rubbed my shoulders for 5 minutes this morning and it might well have been the highlight of the last month.

Here's a short list of the road bumps that have popped up as of late:

• the cake baker, who bailed on our contract one month ago, has still not returned our deposit and is ignoring our calls
• the J.Crew custom tie delivery for the groomsmen from J.Crew was delayed until June 5...you know, just a few days after the wedding...though after much lobbying with customer service that's been rectified
• our florist was too busy for either of our scheduled phone calls, so 25 emails and 10 days later, we just finalized our contract
• there was a huge miscommunication with the priest at George's church, so after hours of picking ceremony music, our choices were all vetoed and our poor organist has been put through the ringer
• one of our wedding party members neglected to book a hotel room for the weekend of the wedding, and I had to call and beg the hotel to extend our room block rate a month after its expiration to get him into the hotel
• the dye on my wedding day shoes came off all over my hands...while wearing my wedding dress, with the seamstress
• my last wedding planning weekend, which I freed up by postponing my bachelorette festivities until after the wedding to give me free time, was occupied (literally) by out-of-town guests and my to-do list didn't budge
• my photographer and I realized that neither of us had booked her hotel for the weekend, making for a pricey last-minute scramble

Don't get me wrong...I'm really not complaining.  But I want to document all of these hiccups, so that in a few weeks I can laugh at them and how significantly they impacted my stress level.  In a few years, when George and I are starting our family, I'll probably look at this list and pee my pants laughing at how silly it all is.

Last night, George and I embraced the silly and went shopping for the remaining reception decorations...I can't wait for our seventh-anniversary party.  I mean, wedding.

Thanks for listening,
kw