Days are passing by so quickly. Not much left to do now, and I’m not feeling completely overwhelmed. One of the most valuable lessons I have learned during the various stages of planning a wedding is letting go. Full-on hands in the air, turn around and walk away, plugging your fingers in your ears…okay, that may sound like avoidance. But I promise you it’s a big step for me, Elizabeth, obsessive-compulsive perfectionist. I think everything about my personality would make me great at planning other people’s weddings or events, but my own? It’s just too close. So glad that we brought in a wedding planner early on. I’d likely have been committed by now had we not.

So what have I been doing lately? Not worrying. Letting the waves of details and deadlines wash over me and not getting carried away. That’s big for me, people.

Tomorrow marks 3 weeks until the wedding. Three weeks. Then I will be the wife of the only man I’ve ever loved, ever kissed, ever been able to stand being around for more than 12 hours (as a general rule, I prefer not to spend more than 12 hours with a person. There are few that I’ve met that won’t annoy you before that point. He doesn’t annoy me. Ever. How disgusting is that?). I’m thrilled.

And how am I celebrating this 3 week marker? My dear friend, Nume, and I are going to a spa in Oklahoma City to have our cares massaged away and our hands and feet all prettied up. It’s going to be a great weekend!