Even writing that title out gives me anxiety. I am in full wedding panic mode. I suddenly realize why people have cookie cutter weddings in halls with caterers. Before embarking on the DIY route there were lots of volunteers, they have long since disappeared and now a few of us are scrambling to finish up the details. I’m not talking minor details here either, we still have 80% of the reception dinner in limbo, no dessert, no rehearsal dinner.
As much as I am freaking out on the inside, there is also a creepy calmness battling back. I know it will work out. Maybe not the way I planned, maybe something will go wrong, but it’ll happen, we will get married and people will have an ok time. So in the mean time, I’m trying to ignore the dreams where I’m crying in a dirty robe asking my wedding coordinator to get McDonald’s for 200 people while a homeless man dressed in my gown starts to walk down the aisle. 22 more days…
