For the past 22 months (yikes!) I've been keeping a diligent countdown to the wedding day. 2 years, 3 months. 1 year, 11.5 months. 1 year, 6 months, etc. In the last six months, I've been big on "and a half." Eight months, just under eight months, seven and a half months, just over six months... then I hit six months. I cannot bring myself to say "five and a half months." Technically, that's what I hit today. Five months, two weeks, and one day until the wedding, but I can't spit out anything besides "about six months."
Goofy, I know. Probably almost as goofy as my previous countdown. I'm not even sure why I have that mental block... I'm two vendors away from having everything booked, and one of those vendors has us penciled in. In fact, all we're waiting on is paychecks to book these vendors. We'll have Engaged Encounter booked soon... I really don't know what's bringing this up. Five and a half months just seems a lot smaller than six months for some reason, and it reminds me of everything I still have to do, despite the fact that I'm really ahead of the game.
Sigh. I'm 100% sure this has nothing to do with John. It's more that we've been engaged for so long, so we've been hearing "The wedding is so far away, you have so much time!" Well, now the wedding isn't so far away, and we don't have so much time. The things we put off, like getting our marriage affidavits done, booking Engaged Encounter and talking to the priest about the actual ceremony need to be done in the upcoming weeks. I guess it just freaks me out a little when I realize the day I've been dreaming about for almost 2 years is closing in on reality.
Anyone else get this feeling?
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