We're in a bit of a wedding planning lull right now, which is definitely a good thing. You can only move at break-neck speed for so long.
Oddly enough, as much as I love surprises and adventures and trying new things, I sometimes do get a wee bit anxious about the unknown.
Will I cry? Will my mascara hold up? Will I look haggard and scary? What horrible thing will go wrong? What will we do with our cats during our honeymoon? What if no one comes to the wedding? What if no one has fun? Should I have a bachelorette party? Is it possible to have a bridal shower with no games? My brain is a whirlwind of activity.
Luckily, I have no doubts about the marriage itself. There couldn't possibly be a more perfect guy for me than Simon. He's the Sonny to my Cher, the Edward to my Bella and the Vaughn to my Sydney Bristow.