Today I woke up and was like, yup.
Today is April 16. Today is exactly a month away from May 16, otherwise known as The Big Day.
And, by the way, the RSVP cut off date, otherwise known as Tax Day, was yesterday. But back to today.
Did people fail to RSVP as if my wedding is a barbecue that you can just show up to if you can make it and bring cousin Junebug along with you cuz he ain't have nothin to do?
Did people text reminding me that it's a month away/asking me if kids are allowed/asking if I'm having a "bachelorette party" and suggesting when I should have it/telling me that they might not be able to make it?
Do I still have mad quizzes to grade and do I have to figure out registration and health insurance because I'm not going to be on assistantship since I won this fellowship?
Do I want to crawl into a hole, find a lamp, rub it, and have a magic wedding genie pop out to magically do everything?
Do I want to scream "You lie!" at anyone who dares suggest that The Big Day is "my" day?
Did I squirm in my seat during a meeting today when my upcoming wedding was mentioned and then the conversation quickly turned to name-changing conventions among married women in the U.S. and in Latin America and did I desperately hope no one would ask me whether I was going to change my own name?
Yes. Yes, I say. Yes, to all of it.
I know I need to relax and stop being a control freak and just keep repeating to myself over and over "Everything's going to be fine. Everything's going to come together." That's what I've been doing, truth be told.
It's just that there's something about today that feels like the beginning of the end. Like, that the outpouring of the wrath of the wedding gods has officially commenced. Like, as if this were a 1960s movie set during the Roman Empire and some cart-riding plebeian on some kind of journey just looked up at the darkening sky and a lightning bolt flashed and thunder rolled and this foreboding music began to play and he said aloud, "It begins! It begins!"
I know I'm going to be happy. But can I hit a fast-forward button through this end of semester/wedding planning/crunch time madness and not hit play again until my dad says, "You may now kiss the bride"? That's right, my dad is officiating and my man is going to have to lay one on me dead in my dad's face. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
2 comments:
Too funny, Girl.
I am 'the mother of the groom' to a June 6th wedding.
The groom is 30 something. People are coming from foreign countries....if I had your words, I'd write about cleaning my house, where to stash the junk, what to fill the freezer with....
The event is at our home church, not hers.
Trust you will have a blessed month!
Aww, how wonderful, Gail! Congrats to you and your son! Everyone keeps telling me, "It'll be here sooner than you know it" and that my wedding day will be "a blur." LOL. I don't know how to feel about all this preparation and stress culminating in "a blur," but, oh, well. That's what the pictures are for. :-)
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