two hundred thirty-five

~ ~
days until the wedding.

We have knocked nearly a year off of our long-distance engagement. As we get close to home for the holidays again, we're reminded that there is still a lot of planning to be done. I've been reminding myself to call the deacon for a marriage preparation session for the last two weeks. I have forgotten the post-it note on my dresser for a week, programming it into my phone, forgetting my phone and overall feeling like a horrible person.

Over break, I'll make up for it. Over break, I'll remind myself that I cannot eat as many buckeyes and cookies as I want to because the wedding dress is already tight. I'll drag Joe to a woman's house so that we can spend an afternoon talking about cakes. I'll tell my mom that I still want
these or
these
.

I'll take our invitations to the printer and wonder how I'll ever get them cut, folded, addressed, stamped and out when I don't live in Ohio anymore. I'll stress about the details, stress about my weight, stress about making friends pay for attire they can't afford--half of which they can't even keep (poor guys).

I'll get caught up in everything that happens after we're married, everything that we'll share, everything that will have two names instead of one, (someday) two incomes instead of one, two chances to get to where we're going (wherever that is).

I'll sit next to him and sip hot chocolate and sneak bites of whatever he's eating, then sip gin and tonics with my mother and steal sips of whatever she's drinking. I'll sip coffee with my dad and steal hugs and small dances and smiles that are a bit harder this year, the first since Grandpa has gone.

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