Time Marches On

The wedding is 18 days away.

That is amazing.

I remember when we were 13 years old and thought that we would get married as soon as we got out of high school. I spent pretty much every day telling myself “just five more years.”

We didn’t get married right out of high school, and I’m glad for that. He proposed when we were both 20, and we’ve been engaged for almost two years. I have no idea how the time went by so quickly. I remember skipping the eighth grade school dance and going to the mall with him instead. He bought me a pegasus jewelry box and some earrings from Claire’s. I still have the jewelry box in my room at home (but I have to admit that I lost the earrings a long time ago). Last weekend we went back to the same mall, but this time he bought my wedding band and pearls.

We always knew we’d get married. I can’t believe that at one point in our lives it felt like we would have to wait forever. Now that the wedding is just slightly more than two weeks away, I’m this strange mix of elated and terrified. I randomly squeal throughout the day because I remind myself that we’re finally going to be married after nine years of being together. I also find myself unable to sleep at night because I’m the most awkward person alive and I’m going to have to dance in front of about 100 people. The thought of all eyes being on me as I walk down the aisle makes me feel nauseous (I’m serious–this is coming from the girl who threw up every day for the first six months of Kindergarten simply because of nerves). It will all be okay, though. I have to remember that the wedding is just five hours of my life–and I’ve waited nine years for this.