How time teleports

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.