Soooooooo.... I have not done this in such a long time and I really thought with all the goings on here in Kimberly town it was time to get back on the horse and stretch my writing bones.
In a little under 2 months I will officially be a Mrs. I waited a long time for this day and right at this point it feels like everything is just flying by me. The time passes so quickly and I am afraid that in a blink of an eye 2 months will be up and I won't have finished everything we still need to do. I started having these crazy dreams where I walk down the aisle with no veil and flip-flops, or my hair is a mess and I never hired anyone to take photos. I was doing so well too without getting that crazy stressed out bridezilla thing happening, but as the day draws closer I am pretty sure the other shoe will drop and I am going to go absolutely bat-shit crazy over something really mundane like tablecloth colors.
Realistically we have completed so many things and I really shouldn't be worried, but theKnot.com keeps telling me in big red "you are so totally late" letters that I am behind in some way or another. I just keep having to tell myself that everything is going to be great and no one will notice if I leave out some small detail.
On a less stressed out note, Eric and I planted bulbs in the fall and we are starting to see them sprout. Hopefully if we are lucky they'll be blossoming right at the time of the wedding. We wanted to see if we could be our own florists and grow flowers to use at the reception and ceremony. So far they look like they will turn out great and I am so excited that no matter what we made a difference to my Mom's home that will always be here. I love that in years to come they will continue to flourish, sprouting more and more buds every year. I worked really hard making sure they get enough sun, water, and love so it's been so incredible to see all of that work be so fruitful.
Anyway, I should get back to planning and stressing and hoping and praying and trying to enjoy this process of event planning.