Reality is setting in. My bags are almost all packed and we set out bright and early tomorrow morning for the drive to Traverse City. I remember what seems like just yesterday telling a friend that I had 50ish days to go. I now have 50ish hours to go. And then there were tears. I need to get these emotions in check. I have viewed the photographs and my "trying to hold back tears" face is NOT cute. Neither is the "full on ugly cry" face. I better master that deep breath, deep breath, look up, think of something funny, breathe, breathe method. I hope it works.
I am supposed to be working a half-day today. It's a challenge. I just want to sit here and do wedding stuff. There is not much left to do. I guess that happens when you're in the 50 hour final stretch. J and I are going to get mani's and pedi's this afternoon. He's never had one and I know he doesn't seem to thrilled, but he'll enjoy it. Plus, I need those hands and feet to look purdy in the pictures.
On the agenda for tonight: make bouquets, boy flowers (ya know, those boutineery things that I can't spell), and pack toiletries and shoes. Praying for a good day and great night sleep! I 'bout to be maaaaaaried!