It's hard to believe it, but there are only five days left until the wedding. The day we’ve been waiting for is drawing near, and the excitement level here can hardly be contained! (Which makes having to go in to work this week extremely, excruciatingly difficult.) Are we ready? YES! Nervous? Not one bit! We wrote our wedding announcment last night, and will be on its way to The Daily Advertiser this afternoon. Be on the lookout for it in the Sunday paper a few weeks after the wedding!
This past weekend was probably the most productive one either of us has had in quite a while. Perhaps one of the bigger milestones (or “oh-snap! -We’re-really- getting-married!” moments) from this weekend was The Making of the Keys. As we departed for Lowe’s on Saturday morning to have a set of house keys made for Michael, it suddenly dawned on me that This is actually happening. We’re getting married in ONE WEEK. It was happy realization and a wonderful start to our busy day.
Most of Saturday was spent running errands all over town (which was quite an adventure--if you’ve ever been in Lafayette traffic on a Saturday, you know what a nightmare it can be). Every vendor that needed to be paid has been paid, gifts and gift cards were purchased and wrapped, and emergency snack bags were assembled. On Sunday, it was Wedding Crafts Central at my house once again, and yet again I'm amazed at my future husband's skills with tissue paper, pipe cleaners, and yarn. Glue guns, paint, scrapbooking paper, and scalloped paper punches don't faze him one bit. He's a keeper for sure!
Last week I finally got started on the most dreaded pre-wedding task of all: clearing out my closet to make space for Michael’s things. When my family moved into the house 10 years ago, the room I am currently in (the master bedroom) was left vacant and the master closet became a storehouse for unwanted items that had no other home. I moved to Baton Rouge for a brief time, and when I returned home I claimed the master bedroom, junky closet and all. Instead of moving all that old junk out of the closet, I merely pushed it aside and filled the remaining spaces with my clothes…and more junk. Over the past five years the closet has been embarrassingly cluttered and untidy, so much so that Michael was not allowed to even glimpse inside it (except for the time he had to chase a gecko that made a hasty retreat into my closet).
The experience of cleaning out my closet has been liberating. I’d been holding on to clothes from years past—clothes that no longer fit me, but I was holding on to them in hopes that “one day…” As I started yanking items off their hangers, I came to the realization that I NEEDED to do this, and not just because I needed to make room for my soon to be husband. It was time to let go of things from my college days and look towards my future roles as wife, partner, and mother. Clearing out my closet became not only a practical step in my life, but a symbolic one as well. It’s nice to see those empty hangers in my closet, knowing that in a few short days they’ll be full again…with my husband's clothes.
♥, Dorothy
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