21 Days

I'm down to three weeks. Three weeks until we head to the church, say some vows, slip rings on our fingers, eat a meal with friends, and then head off into the... sunset. Sort of. Sunset won't actually be until quite a few hours after the wedding, so I guess if we're being exceptionally technical, we'll be heading off into the afternoon.

At this stage in the game, I'm full of an odd mixture of nerves, anticipation, and contentment. I suppose that's the right place to be...I think that marriage should be approached with just the slightest bit of fear and trembling, lest we become too complacent and neglect to invest. Underneath everything there's a quiet fear that says, "But what if we do it wrong?" I'm ignoring that particular voice. There's nothing to be gained by paying attention to it, because if we're living purposefully, lovingly, and reverently, the what ifs will not become reality and there is nothing to fear.

I've always wondered what a bride thinks on the eve of her wedding. I guess I'll be finding out in three weeks. Until then, I suppose I'll keep pondering all of the thoughts that go along with nerves, anticipation, and contentment as we continue to make never-ending decisions about the smallest of wedding details.