T-minus two weeks. Man, it really sneaks up on you. I have definitely never been a part of planning such a huge event before, but I now know I could never become an event planner: I’m going to be so bummed when it’s over. Ten months of phone calls and emails, harassment and “helpful hints” from family and friends, silly details, paranoia over anything and everything, curiosity about the turnout and excitement about seeing all my favorite people—and yes, getting hitched—seem like nothing. With two weeks to go, I wonder how we will get everything done but I also wonder how I can prolong the moment. I mean, what’s the point of planning an enormous, awesome party that will be over as soon as it starts? Sigh.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful to have this opportunity, to get to see everyone I love, have a raging dance party, be the boss for a day, and so on. There definitely is something sad about it though, knowing that the bajillion hours we put into this will be over before we know it. Maybe after the next two weeks I’ll be ready for the end though…I guess I’ll wait to see what happens before I get all weepy and emotional.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful to have this opportunity, to get to see everyone I love, have a raging dance party, be the boss for a day, and so on. There definitely is something sad about it though, knowing that the bajillion hours we put into this will be over before we know it. Maybe after the next two weeks I’ll be ready for the end though…I guess I’ll wait to see what happens before I get all weepy and emotional.
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