Coming Together

We're definitely in the homestretch now.

We've written names on all the place cards and packed up boxes with things that we need to take to the venue for the weekend.

We've paid all of the vendors except the photographer who will get paid at the wedding.

We're bought all the music and pulled together a playlist.

Kevin has his tuxedo and I'm picking up my dress on Friday morning. I wore my wedding shoes to work on Tuesday to help break them in. Now I'm reconsidering wearing shoes at the wedding, because Jesus Christ did those shoes hurt after an hour. Okay, I won't really walk down the aisle barefoot. I have a plan to stretch them out, and I have a pair of backup shoes in case the fails miserably, and I was honestly planning to be barefoot for most of the reception anyway. 4-inch heels or no shoes at all is basically how I roll these days.

All of the presents are wrapped and packed up in the aforementioned boxes.

Champagne for morning-of mimosas has been bought. As has orange juice.

Family members are beginning to arrive.

At this point I believe we've covered everything that we need or want to. A few guests who are coming in from out of town have yet to book rooms at the venue, but I figure that they're adults and nagging them about it is not my problem.

I've finally, finally reached a state of zen. After months of stress dreams and randomly waking up to wonder about this or that detail, I'm letting it all go. There will be good food and music and plenty of alcohol. There will be good friends and family who will continue to love us no matter what. As long as Kevin and I are married by the end of the weekend, it will have been a success. Because that's ultimately the only metric you can use to measure a wedding.

So now it's time to relax and visit with all the people that I don't get to see often enough.

Oh. And write my vows. Fuck.