T-3 days, or: holy shit, I’m almost a Mrs.

So yeah.  I’m getting married in 3 days.

Yet, it still doesn’t feel quite real.  Hmmm…

Not to mention the fact that we’re in the middle of a period of heavy rain.  It’s supposed to stop by Saturday, leaving the forecast for the actual wedding day one of mostly cloudy, but 65 degrees.  That much, I can handle.  Unfortunately, it seems as though our rehearsal might be rained out.  We’ll still attend, but who knows how it’s going to work with 12 people trying to rehearse a ceremony in a different location.  Oy.  I can’t worry about it though, because I’m too stinkin’ happy to worry about anything!

Today is my last day of work until the 23rd.  Which basically means that, aside from a few tweets (follow me @StaceyParadise), I likely won’t blog until I get back from our honeymoon. 

On the agenda for tomorrow:  lunch with my MOHs, setting up for my rehearsal dinner, cooking, then mani/pedis. 

Friday will be filled with the arrival of family, the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner, then trying my hardest to get some sleep.  I’m staying at home, in my own bed with B the night before.  Surely not everyone would make the same choice, but we both felt that we’d like to be in our own home, with our dogs and each other, before the craziness ensues.

On Saturday morning, one of my MOHs will pick me up at 7:00 a.m. to start the day.  I have a hair appointment at 9:00, makeup at 11:30, then brunch with my bridesmaids.  Afterwards, we’ll head to the venue to get me hitched.

Words cannot express how happy I am to be marrying my best friend.  B has been an absolute doll.  He sat at the dining room table with me for 2 hours last night, working on the escort cards and perfecting the seating chart.  And when my back started to hurt?  He gave me a massage.  Friends, I think he’s a keeper.

I asked him last night if he was nervous.

He grinned, then said “a little.”

“Why?  What’s there to be nervous about?”

“I don’t know, just standing there, everyone’s eyes on me.  It’s nerve-wracking.” 

So I did what any girl in my shoes would do.  I explained “honey, everyone will be way more concerned about what my dress looks like.  If anyone should be nervous about being the center of attention, it should be me.”  Then I smiled and ruffled his hair.

It’s hard to believe that after all this time, 10 years later, we’re standing here on the precipice of our future together.  I never would have imagined, back in 1999, that the boy who was assigned to be my desk partner in Algebra would end up as my husband.  And when I think back to all the other boys – the ones who toyed with my emotions, the ones who broke my heart, the ones who played games over the course of the last 26 years of my life, I am so grateful.  For if they hadn’t all been complete assholes, I might never have ended up right here.  Where I belong.

Thank you all for following me on this journey, even if hearing about weddings isn’t exactly your thing.  I’m so lucky to have gotten to know so many great people through this blog, people who have been a great support system, my cheerleaders even.  I wish you all could be there to see it all come to fruition.

I look forward to coming back and catching up with everyone.  In the meantime, cross your fingers and say a prayer for us that the rain holds out and that our day is as beautiful as we want it to be.

When I come back, I’ll be married.  A wife.  It’s so hard to imagine!