My fiancé just informed me today that there are 97 days left until we’re married. That’s a little less than three months. Holy crap.
Naturally, the first thing I think is, seriously??? That’s all I have left to get my act together and figure the rest of this wedding stuff out?!?!
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Luckily, Cam happens to be my other half and my rock, which means when I’m not seeing the big picture, he’s there to pull me back so I can see the whole thing and not focus on just one part of something so beautiful. Basically, what I realized tonight was that this whole time, this guy gets it. He’s standing at a distance, staring into this beautiful picture painted of our life and what it could be together, while I’m standing two feet away so that all I can see is the wedding and nothing else. He’s been trying to tell me all along not to worry too much about what dress I pick or what the party favors should be, because that’s just the beginning of it all. There’s so much more AFTER this initial celebration of our lives together, and I forgot that that was actually what I was most looking forward to.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the pressures of expectations of others and the media-driven need for a “perfect” day. You know what? I may not have a perfect day. I may not be able to afford the perfect wedding. But I sure as heck think that Cam and I are capable of making a marriage, and a life together, that’s perfect for US.
So, in conclusion, I would like to change my response to only having 97 days left. My new answer will be, “Seriously??? What does a girl have to do to make time go faster? Lets do this already!”
