I woke up this morning, at 7 a.m., and I thought, "I am getting married this week."
What an unbelievable feeling. I have spent 13 months dreaming of this week, and I cannot comprehend that it's actually here. We leave tomorrow for my mom's house, then Tuesday we leave with Mom and DougH for NY. My dad is leaving Indiana tomorrow, too, to make his way to NY by Wednesday.
That's an incredible thought, isn't it? Starting tomorrow, people all over the country are heading for our wedding.
Steve and I have had a great weekend finalizing millions of details and starting to pack. I have stopped several times today to just bask in these final days of prep and planning, to really savor the fact that we are here. I know the week will gain speed until the weekend is just a blur, so I am trying to take little pauses here and there so I can remember this feeling.
We are in really good shape - we have ironed out so many tiny things in the last 48 hours and put so many of our finishing touches into play. It's been really great. And we've mixed in a little fun, too, so the weekend felt much like any other weekend in the past year.
I baked pumpkin bread this morning. This is one of my fall rituals, and it was a very calming experience to know that my annual ritual is in place. I also walked back and forth to the grocery store (in 80-degree temperatures!) and it was awesome to be outside breathing fresh air and just really living this day. It doesn't yet feel like fall here, but the weather is supposed to turn this week. Hammondsport is due for several days of moody, cloudy fall skies and I am so excited - the clouds above the Finger Lakes are usually spectacular things, brooding and shifting and hiding. I can't wait to see the pictures!
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