If you look at the little counter to the right, you will note there are 21 days left until the Hing-Yatt wedding. 21 days. Twenty one days. That's three weeks. THREE WEEKS.
Hold on while I breathe deeply into this paper bag.
I'm a little panicky, but not really. It isn't real yet. It's like a month before a big exam - I have no realistic idea how little I am prepared for this. I think I have most things in place. Sort of. But the day looms closer and all I can think is "Huh? Already?"
I have the dress, the shoes, the man, the place, the flowers, the people. The rest is just gravy. Or so I keep telling myself to make up for the fact we might not have enough chairs.