Three weeks to go!
Shortly after Leo proposed to me, I met with a friend of mine who was married a few years ago. She gave me all sorts of great planning advice. One thing she said to me that stuck out: “Some people you think who would NEVER miss your wedding will not be there. And some people you’d never think in a million years would show up will attend.” 
True. As I’ve lassoed, chased down and squeezed out the last few missing RSVPs during the past few weeks, I’ve been a bit surprised by some of the answers. And yet, as I tally the count, I feel that (with a few exceptions), for the most part, the right people will be helping us celebrate our new lives together.
Now, it’s time to lasso, chase down and squeeze together the final details, from food count to chair counts to making sure the decorations are put in place.
After a year and a half of planning, thinking, pulling this string and tying it to that one, I have this odd feeling that I’m forgetting something. It’s sort of a low-level hum far off in the distance, like a tiny, whiny airplane that you can’t quite see. I’m not really searching for the panic button, but it’d be nice to have nearby just in case. Leo is out of town on business right now — a full 10-day trip to England only weeks before our wedding. Maybe what I’m really looking for is the “easy” button from Staples. (Do they do weddings?)
Despite this tongue-in-cheek panic I express here, I know in the end, no matter what goes right and what goes wrong, I am glad and grateful to be having a big, beautiful wedding, with many wonderful people to watch Leo and I agree “’til death do us part.”
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish the timeline, unfold some puff ball decorations and tie ribbons to paper leaves.
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