I just looked at my wedding website and it says that there are 19 days left until my wedding. My wedding. The one where I will officially be the girl that I pretended to be a million times as a little girl. The bride. The one in white. I am picking songs. I am emailing musicians I am looking for cellist. I have done this multiple times for friends, and it’s hard to believe that I am doing this for me.
I am so in love with Justin, but I find myself picking a bit at him and feeling frustrated for no reasonable reason. He is patient and kind and loving in response. How is that.
I know that these days will fly by faster than I could imagine and that they will also creep along. Isn’t that weird? How life does that?
I’ll be quiet until then. You know that. But just wanted you to know that I won’t be gone forever.
