I’m going to a wedding tonight. I feel different from how I have in my previous stints as an engaged wedding guest, which I’m attributing to my wedding being only 50 days away.1
My wedding feels like it is going to happen any day now. Getting ready to go to a wedding that is not mine should probably make my wedding feel farther away, right? Like all I have to do is put on a dress and show up and have a good time. But I keep thinking, “it will be my wedding people are getting ready for in seven weeks.” [Self-absorbed, I know.]
I’m also delighted that we have this super low-stress wedding to go to, close enough that we can drive in on the same day, full of people I love and miss and can’t wait to party with. The next day I’m going to take Collin to my old hometown in New Jersey, and I have reserved the right to cry and be weird the entire time we are there, but hopefully I’ll glide over the weirdness and just enjoy it; take him to my favorite restaurant and show him where I got hit by a car and have him laugh at how small my high school is. And then we’ll head home for a series of barbeques and the unofficial start of summer.
It’s going to be a fabulous weekend.
1I had to check The Knot to get that figure. I am quite relieved I am not yet at the stage where I know exactly how many days there are until my wedding. I hope I don’t get there until… oh… one week before my wedding.