Waiting. Tapping my feet, twiddling my thumbs, counting down the days on the calendar like the seconds on the clock. The panic-ridden dreams have already begun - the limousine breaks down, the bouquets have the wrong flowers, we forget the marriage license, I realized at the end of the aisle I've forgotten my garter which satisfies both something old and blue so my chances of luck are completely shot, another wedding is taking place at the same church at the same time. Considering I spent every day thinking about something pertaining to our upcoming wedding, its no surprise that my subconscious is working overtime.
I see friends of mine ridden with excitement as their big day seemingly races forward while my day creeps in the shadows. Not even in the shadows - in the cobwebs in the corner of the shadows. I see my little ticker on TheKnot every day... 225 days sound so incredibly far away. I know it will be here before I know it, and the actual day will be this whirlwind leaving us exhausted and wondering what actually happened. The little details will go unnoticed and in the end...we will be happily married.
But for now, I continue to wait.
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