Sh...It's getting real!

Hello everyone!

For those of you who don't know, I've been in the midst of wedding planning for the better part of a year now and, well, the title is a pretty big clue on what this post is going to be about.

At the moment we're sitting at the four(ish)-months-until-the-big-day mark and I'm finding that things are slowly coming together as opposed to earlier this year when things still seemed a little surreal. I think some of it may have still felt "theoretical" because all we were doing was booking things and researching suppliers and all that. But this time around...this time there's physical evidence! There are props and dresses and shoes and rings. Guys! There are rings! 

Yes, at this point in time, mine and Steve's wedding bands are sitting quietly in my room all sized up and ready to go and the invitations were delivered to my doorstep the other day ready to be addressed. (OMG!!!) Our names are on pretty pieces of stationary, guys. And there's an RSVP card and everything! (So official, ha!) 

For the most part though, I'm still floating around in a haze of I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing/I-can't-be-effd euphoria with a dash of hysterical anxiety. Ha! I won't be crying at the top of the aisle because I've just seen my soon-to-be-husband, I'll be crying because, holy-sh#t-it-all-worked-out-nicely and look-at-the-pretty-flowers! Weeping.

Every moment that I'm doing wedding crap I'm hoping that I haven't forgotten anything. Although I'm waiting for that moment (around the six-weeks-until-the-big-day mark) when everything starts crashing down around my ears and I realise that deciding against table runners was a bad idea. Or that scattering origami stars all over the place (for luck) looks shite, or the vintage typewriter Steve and I bought for $5 doesn't actually look vintage enough. Lawd, please halp this poor ol' gal through her slightly neurotic persona. Please.

All in all though, it's been good. People are always commenting about how impressed they are that I'm not being a bridezilla, or how organised I am, and so on and so forth. (Ha! You shall eat your words in the next few months, omg). I'm thankful for all the other girls out there that have been through their own weddings or are in the same boat as me (organising their own), because out of everyone, they have been the most help. Their enthusiasm and excitement for us is infectious and I know that I wouldn't be half as motivated if it weren't for them. It's always good when you find someone who understands what you're going through. 

Lastly though, I should remind myself to always be thankful that I'm going to marry someone who (despite being so annoying sometimes) tries his best to always understand all my quirky ways. Who is supportive and funny and fun. Who has always been there to finish the rest of my food and give me his jacket whenever I get cold. Who makes it seem like it hasn't been (almost) seven years and who still remembers to find the joy in the little things and enjoy even the simplest of dates. 

It's his birthday today and I am so thankful that he exists.

And I am so very excited. 

x