So, here I am.
Here I am the week of my wedding. The day I have dreamed about since oh... birth. I was the 6th grader that bought wedding magazines. I was the teenager and 20-somethinger that had file folders for dresses, flowers, centerpieces, invitations, etc. I longed for the day that I could have my dream job for a few months, and plan my own big day. I couldn't wait for the pomp, the circumstance, the cake.
So, here I am.
Here I am the week of my wedding. Will my big day look like all the torn magazine pages from my file? No. Was planning a wedding all that I thought it would be? No. Don't get me wrong, it was mostly fun with a dash of stress. Would I do it again? Of course, for a friend or for money. Do you want to know what I'm most excited about? My marriage. After years and years of looking forward to a wedding, I am absolutely thrilled beyond all excitement about my marriage. When the big party is over, I am so excited to have normal life with my husband. To have the good times, the hard times, the in between times... to just have life together. To start our own little family. To both live in the same house. To experience all that God has prepared for us in the blessing of marriage.
This week has brought a new calm to my spirit, despite the last minute party details that may or may not be addressed. This weekend our friends and family will gather around us as we say our vows and start the next chapter. Next week I'll be somewhere on a honeymoon (Did you know the trip is a surprise?), and I'll be reading New Moon, too. All I can do is take a step back, smile, and know that I am so blessed. I'm going to be a wife on Sunday.