Counting Down

Oh. My. Cha. I am nearing the four-months-away mark in about two weeks. Oh my cha. Cha!

There is still plenty to do:
Decide on the caterer, the menu, ceremony music, tuxes, the program, finishing up with decorations, rentals, and addressing the invitations, need a music list, favors, and the other little things. I also need to make a trip back to Lake Martin.

On the flip side:
The invitations are in! The flowers are pretty much done; I just lack calling to re-confirm everything. I have my dress, shoes, jewelry, and pretty much know how I want my hair. Bridesmaid dresses and jewelry are picked out. I have a good idea of who will direct the wedding. Etc. Etc. [See: the big-fat notebook.]

I have most of the little things in online shopping carts. I just simply need to order them.

And I have been freaking out about how to decorate the food table and other important areas at the reception. The perfect idea just went soaring through my mind, and I instantly hopped on board! I just need a few things and the time to sit down and make it. Maybe this weekend? I think so.

The final countdown seems oh-so close. Part of me is ready. Like, I just want this thing done and over with. I just want to be with the man that I love... that's all. Dear world, JUST LET ME BE WITH HIM! But then the responsible/everyone-expects-a-pretty-wedding part of me is feeling the pressure. [Cue Queen's "Under Pressure"]

As Fred told the other night, "We'll get through this." And as much as I wanted to come through the phone and give him the Gibbs slap on the backside of his head -- because of my rebellious perseverance to suck it up and make it happen, I agree with him. We will get through it. And if the Lord willing that it all goes through, "Hallelujah!!"

To use one of my all time favorite quotes: NIKE. Just do it.

So cheers to the next month and forcing myself to get as much done as I can... Cheers.