I woke up today like any normal day. I had forgotten to open up our black-out curtains (that we bought so Gary could sleep during the day) so I had no idea what time it was. But my biological clock was right on the mark…6:58am. Two minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I laid there for a second amazed that Goose was still completely passed out. It was like a Friday morning miracle. Eventually, I got up…and headed into the living room to say good morning to Gary. After I got my much needed hug and good morning kiss I headed over to our countdown to knock one more day off that number. And as I watched my hand write the number four…I had a simultaneous freak out.
We are 49 days away and I kind of can’t believe it. That’s basically a month and some change. I’m not freaking out because it’s happening. Because trust me…there is nothing more I want in this world than to marry Mr. Truelock over there. But I all the sudden realized how many things have to fit inside that 49 days. How many things I haven’t even thought about because “I had time.” In the midst of my panic this morning I sat down and started making a list of everything that has to get done between now and then. And I would be lying if I didn’t consider pouring myself a drink. At 7am.
But after the panic settled…a wave of overwhelming excitement hit me. I am getting married in 49 days!!!! I can’t even articulate all the feelings going on inside me. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world not only because I get to marry the best man I have ever met…but I get to do it in the most beautiful place I could ever imagine with (almost) all the people I love most in the entire world. So yes…I am a tad bit stressed about everything there is to get done. But stress is temporary…and in 49 days…that will be forever.