Eleven Days??

I have no idea why the number 11 is hitting me today…but we’re getting married in ELEVEN days.  Holy jeez.  I guess in my crazy brain, eleven is SOOOO much smaller than twelve.  Not really.  I’m sure that I’ll have consistent, yet worsening panic attacks every day that the number decreases even more.  I think everything is taken care of…I’m sure those are the exact words every self-assured bride utters just before they realize that they have forgotten something of grave importance.  Food? Check.  Flowers?  Check.  Invitations, music, booze, wedding dress?  Checks all around.   I’ve tried to keep the number of little details to a minimum.  If there is one thing I have learned by witnessing all my friends and family get married before me its this:  the more details there are, the more stuff can go wrong and the more upset a bride will be on her wedding day.  I have really tried to take a zen approach to this to keep my stress to a minimum.  Unfortunately, I didn’t factor in the stress of having a butt-kicking job at the same time.  Luckily, Greg and I are taking a few days off before and after the wedding.  What a treat!

I wanted also to say a quick thanks to every one of our friends and family that have offered to help, it is quite heart-warming to know we have so many people that we can depend on!

Stay tuned for future panic attacks!  Oh man, I’ve become such a stereotype