We are in the two-week crunch and, like a handful of brides, I have it in my head that I want everything done the week before… so I am basically giving myself them next five *two* (shows you when I last had a break to write this) days if you count today. Or if you consider Monday the start of the week, then I have six days. Sounds mind melting really – but totally worth it if I don’t have to worry about anything the last week before.
Except… I do.
My parents are not going to be here until the Wednesday before the wedding so anything that they are bringing I cannot touch until next week; which of course includes the all important dress. No point in hiding it, I’ve had my dress for a long time – when you fall in love with a wedding dress you just know. They have those silly moments on TV shows that tell you that brides are a distant cousin of Godzilla, but really those moments aren’t necessarily the same for everyone so no harm in not crying.
Actually I think my “moment” for this wedding happened yesterday 29-July.
We got an email telling us that the suits were all done and ready for pick up – Huzzah – though they did misquote our event date. ‘Not a problem,’ they said, ‘take ’em now but try ’em on first.’ So Mister Squared ducks into the change stall, the other two are already filled, who cares anyway just take your time. And you know he does. After awhile let’s not over exaggerate – 7 and a half minutes – he pops out, buttons done up and the whole Sh-Bam and wow. Tears. The world walked up to me, slapped me in the face, and said ‘Listen up this is the moment.” All I needed.
Wedding in 8 days? Bring it – I am ready.
-A
A. N. Stetzl 