when wedding planning is too much

My wedding is fast-approaching. Like, it’s in 64 days. 

Not that I’m counting or anything, of course.

Because Ryan and I are still doing the long distance, I’m pretty much in charge of all wedding prep.

We have our venue, we’ve secured our photographer, I got my dress, we’ve bought our rings and our invites are out.

However, it seems like everywhere I turn, there is more to do.

We have not nailed down decorations.

We haven’t decided whether or not we’ll have a cake (mostly because I’ll have to bake it).

We haven’t done a seating chart because, well, I absolutely dread the idea of doing it.

 We have not booked our honeymoon because I haven’t found the perfect hotel. 

We don’t have have Ryan’s leave secured for the wedding and honeymoon yet, though we’re sure it won’t be a problem.

And yet, I don’t care about any of these things, really. 

If the day comes and there is no cake, it’s sleeting and guests have to choose their own seats, so be it.

January 4, 2014 is the day that I get to marry my best friend…the man who makes me laugh harder than I should…the man who can comfortably go to brunch with all my girlfriends and totally enjoy himself…the man who is willing to get allergy shots because I won’t part with my furbabies despite his allergies.

I love my man, and that’s enough.

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