Matt and I are getting married in ten days. As in next weekend. That’s so soon I can check the weather on the extended forecast. (It looks really nice, so let’s keep our fingers crossed!)
I figured at this point I would be running manically in circles and yelling a lot, but it’s actually been really good. We came back from camping on Sunday afternoon and dedicated the rest of the weekend to final preparations. Our supplies are now organized into bins labeled with their destination and contents. Matt did a ton of design and printing, and I did a lot of gluing, assembling, and even some shellacking on the patio. We have four hours to set up for the reception next Friday, and I’m hoping the size of our group and degree of organization means we won’t need that whole block of time. The sooner we’re done with that, the sooner we get to rehearsing and drinking beer!
I’m not really worried about much involving the wedding, and I’m not going to fool myself into thinking that nothing will go wrong or that we won’t forget something important. I’m ok with all of that, and expect that it’ll at least be funny. My one huge ongoing fear, though, is that the ceremony will begin, and I will start crying and NEVER EVER STOP. People keep reassuring me that it’s normal, and that there will be Kleenex at the ready. But I start crying when I even think about the ceremony, or when I read the words Chele wrote, and then I start thinking about how when Matt asked me to marry him, I stood there on the beach in Maui sobbing and clinging onto him for ten minutes, and then for a few hours afterwards felt like I was going to hyperventilate and pass out. (Possibly that was partly to do with the $3 margaritas at Donavan Frankenreiter’s. It’s hard to say.)
The other problem with my propensity to cry when I’m the dangerous combination of emotional + excited: I feel like I can’t even say anything meaningful when people ask me if I’m ready/nervous/looking forward to it, so I just joke about it and escape as soon as possible. Because how do you express !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, really? I don’t have the words for that.
I do already know that it’s going to be the greatest day of my life, and that I can’t wait for Matt to be my husband.