This is what 39 looks like. I’m three months out from my wedding and four days into working out (holy sore hamstrings). I curled my hair this morning because (1) I didn’t shower today, (2) I’m trying to distract from the fact that not wearing eye makeup (cataract removal and RLE last month) is really getting old.
I’m in a weird place where I need readers to see my phone and have a really tough time driving at night. But I love my life + my family + my pets + my home. And I’m beyond excited about the future. I may be in the last year of my 30s, but it sure is shaping up to be a good one.
Looking back, I can’t pinpoint exactly when the planning really started. We flew down to meet with vendors in November so I’m guessing September or October. Basically, planning has been my second job for months now. It’s basically my obsession right now and I’m having so much fun. Big decisions are (mostly) figured out and now focusing on the details. And with the holidays over, it’s crunch time.
I started this process with a vision. Not in an, I’ve been planning my wedding since I was a little girl kinda way. More like, I want this to be a beautiful + fun celebration of an amazing day, getting hitched to an awesome guy.
Last April we visited Savannah, and I fell in love with the city. How can you not love a city that feels like a huge garden? Which is why we’re getting married here:
This Monday something amazing happened.
I’m going to marry this guy. And I’m so freaking excited and happy.
It’s a commonly held belief that for every person there exists someone who complements them perfectly. Not so long ago, when faced with a conversation about love, I would have thrown side eye and changed the subject. I don’t know that I ever really believed in love. Or maybe I believed in it, but never imagined myself finding it. Continue reading