Tasty, Tasty Changes

As it turns out, our wedding will be a bit more intimate than my honey and I had initially anticipated. While there are emotional moments over who will or will not be sharing the Big Day with us, there is one unanticipated perk of slimming down our number of guests.

Our cake is shrinking. Not in the Alice in Wonderland sense, but because my honey and I don't necessarily want to feel obligated to consume large amounts of leftover Wedding Cake in the less-than-24-hours between when our Wedding ends and our Honeymoon begins. What this means is that the dynamic of our cake is changing. Instead of having more of the chocolate peanut butter than our other two flavors, we now have equal portions of all three (we couldn't stand to eliminate either the strawberries and cream or the red velvet to reduce the total amount of cake). Which means that the top tier of our cake doesn't have to be chocolate peanut butter cake. Which means that our "ceremonial" cake cutting doesn't have to be chocolate peanut butter cake. Which drastically reduces the chances of me getting upset about my honey smearing chocolate peanut butter cake all over me. Which is going to reduce my stress and lead to a much more enjoyable time. Hooray!

I Have A Dream (#3)

With the Wedding looming closer every day (terribly profound, I know) and only 11 days to go, it seems natural that my unconscious would be focusing on the Big Day. This was another dream that was short and to the point: we were all at the Venue on the Big Day. But I didn't have any of my stuff with me; no Shoes, no Dress, no Accessories. Apparently I'd thought I would have enough time to go home and get everything (not a chance--it's a two hour round trip (it's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense)). And then (big surprise) I didn't have time. Which is probably when I woke up, as I don't remember anything past that.

When my Honey got up this morning, he asked me if I'd had a bad dream. I told him I didn't think so and asked why. Apparently I was somewhat panicked when I awakened in the night. So of course, on the Big Day, I will check and re-check to make sure I have everything before we leave.

Tears

At my second Dress fitting, my Mommy wanted to go over a lot of details. Have we confirmed with the Florist? The Cake? How are we doing with getting back our RSVP cards? Have we settled the Suit versus Tux debate?

While I was wearing the Dress, she asked "Do you have your something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue? Obviously you have the something new, that's your dress... Are you borrowing that cake cutter from your friend?" I am, although I don't think a cake cutter necessarily cuts it (sorry, I couldn't resist) in terms of the Something Borrowed. You're supposed to wear the old/new/etc, right? My Mommy had previously offered to let me borrow something that had been my Dad's. It's old, so I was figured I could use it as a two-for-one. I think I'll take her up on wearing it. As soon as the words started to come out of my mouth, water started to well up someplace else. Next thing I knew, someone was handing me a wad of toilet paper to dab at my eyes (There had been a search for a "tissue" and toilet paper was the closest thing anyone could find? In a Wedding Dress Shop? Where people presumably cry with some frequency?). On the other hand, the Big Day should be a happy event, and I would definitely be less emotional about just borrowing the cake cutter. Thankfully, I still have three whole weeks to make a decision about that.

At least the blue is easy. It's the color of my garter.

Focus

With just three weeks to go before the Big Day, my nerves started to get to me today. I may have freaked out a little and gotten stressed out about details. And then I took a deep breath and reminded myself of something: 

As long as I have my Honey, everything else is just a bonus.

So I'm okay.