Time does not fly.It teleports itself.
Lo and behold, I am 8 days away from my wedding!
I'm in transition every morning.
If simply for the fact that my stuff is all over the place!
Every day I've to re-orientate myself on where my belongings are hiding.
The RSVPs go on and on ...
We are about to attempt the fastest moving project ever in a day...
The house is in the midst of being painted ... by my mum ...
We have yet to enter the massive world called Seating Arrangements...
AND what's more, I have 2 articles to write before I can go on leave to settle all the above!
Me--The bride-to-be who is currently in a state of mental "duh."
Getting married is fun.
But planning a wedding is no joke at all.
I am one raised eyebrow away from becoming a bridezilla.
But despite the fact that I feel I'm being slowly lambasted by mini bombs everyday...
I am excited at the tot of it all, and enjoying the process. :)
Last night, I had a superb hen's night, organized and executed by the funnest bunch, who set out to give me the most fabulous memories.
I felt so loved by all their efforts, and we had so much fun I can't wait to see the videos ... :)
And through all my mini-fits, I get to see how my husband-to-be is such a committed man to me.
That he may be carrying the 1001 stresses of being a man (what's more, one who is about to take on the gargantuan challenge of a wife)--but he never lets them hold him back from learning how to be a better man everyday.
Neither of us are near perfect, but most times I feel he tries soooo much harder than me! :P
I am truly blessed.
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