It's planned. The whole shebang, top to bottom, is planned. Still a few little things to do here and there, but, organizationally speaking, the entire wedding has been constructed. Flowers ordered, makeup lady booked, chinese takeout boxes purchased and monogrammed... It's a relief. I'm sure not everyone feels this way, but it was actually kind of fun. I enjoyed tracking down all the pieces. Going through all the options with the hubby. Finding the little details that will make it our special day. I am pretty convinced that it's going to be the most fun party that ever was. At least I hope so. I hope it's not the wedding that everyone remembers because the salmon mousse had turned and the downtown core had a toilet paper shortage.
I had a chance to reconnect with a dear, dear, dear friend on Tuesday. The kind that you might only speak to twice a year, but it feels like home when you do get together. It's so easy. Our friendship is so easy to be a member of. There's no guilt that you've gotten busy and haven't had a chance to call. There's no awkwardness that you're asking questions that seem like the most basic kind of thing that you should know about your friend like where they're working and what their partner's last name is. It's just friend with whom you can be yourself, and trust that they'll be themselves, and you can just relax and be. I'm a pretty darn lucky girl. In many ways, but definitely in the quality of friendships that I've been blessed with.
And I'm lucky in that this whole bloody wedding is arranged!
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