In about a week, Patrick and I will reach a milestone — we will have been engaged for two years. When we got engaged, we always knew we would have a long engagement, but it ended up being a little longer than anticipated. We would set a date and move it time and time again.
Sometimes it was due to a change in priorities; we were moving to DC, switching jobs, and other things of that nature. Other times the circumstances were not so pleasant, and moving the date was a tough choice to make. We knew it would happen when it was meant to, but to be honest, it was always a far off affair.
Now it’s here. Like, seriously here. HERE here. In the past two weeks we’ve picked up our marriage license, met with our officiant, and handed my dress off to a sweet woman in Herndon for alterations. Tomorrow Patrick is heading off for his bachelor mancation, and I have a shower of my own this weekend.
It’s weird because while intellectually I know the wedding is a very short time away, I don’t think it has quite hit me yet. The past 48 hours have been spent with me nose deep in wedding projects I had been putting off for quite some time. I’ve been writing up schedules, drawing diagrams for set up, and making “must have” photo lists.
I even almost glued my hand to the television remote and Horatio, our dog, at the same time, last night, while gluing ribbon onto our vases for the centerpieces. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. Not even a little bit. (Whoops?)
Either way, regardless as to whether I finally catch on that our wedding is less than a month away, friends will start arriving in 20 days, I will be a Mrs. with a hyphenated name in 24 days.
In the meantime, I am going to try not to glue myself to anything.