Adventures in Grownup-isms

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Helllllooooo honeymoon. I’ve been waiting for you! Layover in Charlotte calls for mimosas!

Peonies are bursting to open just in time for our wedding/rehearsal dinner!

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…Think on These Things.

it’s been a while since I have heard these words.  They bring back some very fond memories.  Thanks e for sharing.

Details are coming in and coming together.

9 days.

Soooo kinda funny. Remember my last post about how calm I was about this wedding. I got this print as a free gift with my a print I had ordered as a wedding party gift. I kinda chuckled as I read it, being so calm and carefree, my wedding 2.5 weeks away. Monday rolled around and scratch that. This little print is more accurate than I realized. Panic has set in. Ok just momentary panic here and there and nothing that isn’t going to be resolved before the day arrives, but enough panic to get my blood pressure up, my temples pounding, and my stomach churning. I kept telling myself there’s not that much to do yet? There is. It’s just a small ton of stupid detail stuff that I didn’t even realize I had to do yet. Timelines. Escort cards. Where people are going to sit. Decide on a song that the wedding party walks in to. People who decide whaddya know! They CAN come after all at the last minute and completely disrupt my whole seating plan and make reorganize it. Again. Things that other people who are attending the wedding aren’t even going to know or understand the amount of thought process that went into it. Hopefully I suppose. Hopefully it all comes together as seamlessly as I envision it. It probably won’t, as every event has it’s small bumps that don’t go as planned. I’m realistic in that I realize that it’s not going to be perfect. So the trick is to keep breathing. So that’s what I’m trying to do. Breathe. At the end of the day we’re going to be married and that’s the only thing that matters.

Right?