Holy crap - I’m getting married in 28 days! I know I’ve been planning this shindig for months, but I can still barely believe it. The whole thing almost seems surreal, like it’s happening to someone else. But then I look at the wedding gown hanging in my bedroom, and see all the bridal magazines strewn about our apartment, and realize this is reality. I will be saying my vows in just a few, short weeks. I’m about to become a bride.
Am I excited? Definitely. Am I stressed? Most definitely. (I still have a whole lot of stuff to do.) Am I nervous? Not in the least. Mostly, I’m at ease. No cold feet. No second-guessing. No pre-wedding jitters. I can only describe what I’m feeling as an overwhelming sense of assuredness. This is what we are meant to do. Getting married is the right thing for us, the natural course of events. It’s a feeling of serenity that goes beyond my heart; it’s embedded in my bones. It’s as easy as that.
One of my coworkers seemed to take offense the other night, when I spoke so nonchalantly about the wedding. She mistook my calmness for indifference, eying me suspiciously. I could see the judgment forming in her thoughts. I guess she wanted me to be more emphatic, a bit more excitable about the whole thing. It’s as if she was measuring our love and longevity by my outward level of enthusiasm. I could see her writing us off already. But she had it all wrong. Just because I’m not the typical bride, full of blushing and gushing, doesn’t mean I’m not happy to be getting married. I just don’t see the need to get all worked up into a frenzy. (Especially with someone I barely know.) That’s just not my style.
As the actual day approaches, my attitude might change. Maybe I will morph into a typical bride and start acting crazy. But, for now, I’m going to maintain status quo and keep it cool.
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