The wedding is in fifty days. Fifty. No longer is it a hundred days, or two hundred days away. Nope. It’s fifty.
Fifty doesn’t seem like a lot, especially now that it’s March and we’re able to say we’re getting married “next month.”
Things are progressing well. We’ve got musicians set, a celebrant crafting our ceremony, venue and all the big parts booked, relatives ready to hop on planes and trains and in automobiles to come to town, and friends picking out party dresses to wear. We’re thisclose to having rehearsal dinner signed, sealed, and delivered. My Mom has bought three dresses, and altered mine.
I’ve got practically everything I could need done, minus that whole “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” thing, which is a bit of a pain in the ass, and my vows – which are in a rough draft form at present. The guys have their suits, but need ties and their shirts.
It’s all happening.
Fifty will soon be forty.
Which’ll become thirty.
Then’ll be twenty.
Time flies for two busybees getting married.
Oh, and here are some of the songs that’ll play at the wedding. Because I know you care.