On 3 October, my future mother-in-law and her friends threw me a bridal tea. It was a lovely afternoon filled with gluten free food, tea of all sorts, lively conversation, and fun games. It was wonderfully low-key which i desperately needed at the time. "The Babes" as they are sometimes called, were a lot of fun and incredibly generous.
Future Mother in Law, Future Sister in Law, and a couple of the Babes
This is me with my Maid of Honor.
And this picture reminds me thati should never smile like this at a camera.
even jokingly. yikes.
(ok, so i added the glowing red eyes haha)
(ok, so i added the glowing red eyes haha)
This past weekend brought on a last minute shopping trip with my mother to try to find a couple of outfits for the occasion. As anyone who knows me will tell you, shopping is definitely not something i enjoy, especially when it involves the dreaded mall. On top of that the weather decided it was a good time to be unseasonably warm, which didn't help. But it was worth it, and we made the most of the day, trying to take the stress of it and turn it into a happy and exciting memory for the both of us.
I've got a small amount of beading left to add to my dress and a few other sewing issues (not wedding-gown-related) to take care of in the next few weeks. We're also trying to coordinate with friends and family who are coming in town from afar to make sure their stay is a pleasant one. Details need to be attached to the centerpieces. Meals need to be planned. Bags need to be packed. Breaths need to be taken. slowly. The list seems to get longer and longer as more minute details emerge. However, these are all just minute details. And we have back-up plans for almost everything.
In 600 hours i will cease to carry the name i was born to. I will not cease to be the person that i am, but i will joyfully add a new dimension to that: wife. /sigh/ it's a little overwhelming to think of sometimes, a little surreal. For someone who never expected to marry, someone who has difficulty connecting with people, someone who has spent years being fiercely independent and actively shunning gender roles... the fact that i am becoming someone's wife and that that role fits me so comfortably, that change is so right-feeling... it's daunting. I am shocked at how not shocked i am. lol But it is so comfortable and so right-feeling because i am sharing it with this wonderful man who loves me and treats me with respect and who fills my heart with joy and my days with laughter, someone who eases my pain and tells me that i make his life easier. When i think of it in those terms i forget for a moment all of the crazy, horrible, anxiety-ridden things that have happened to us in the last two years and just think that perhaps i am the luckiest person in the world because we found each other and we get to spend the rest of our lives together.