It’s just me and Emily all alone in the house, and I’m making frosting for my wedding cake. This is the first night that Geoff and I have spent apart since we moved in together three years ago. I hope it’s the last.
I was nauseous all day long. Nothing seemed to be able to calm me down. We went and dropped off decorations at Brenda’s, went to Costco to buy buns, champagne, and cutlery, then worked our way home to start preparing the food for tomorrow. I thought I was going to be sick approximately every ten minutes.
I managed to get most of the work done before setting off for a bit of a rehearsal and a bit of a feast at Hee Hing. I’m sure the ceremony will be lovely. I have complete confidence in Butch. How could anything go wrong when a man that kind is in charge. Is there a nicer person?
We gave our rings to the best man until tomorrow, when we’ll return them to each other in the ceremony. My finger feels naked and sad. I want it back in a hurry.
I hope that we’ve been able to bring families together a little bit this week. It’s been utter insanity trying to get everything ready, but I hope at least everyone else is having fun. Tomorrow it’s here. No turning back now.
Not for one second have I ever questioned the commitment and the vows I am about to take in front of our friends and family. If anything, planning this wedding has only made my husband more of a hero. He is much better at hiding his stress than me. I don’t take good enough care of him. I shall try to work on that.
It’s all quiet now. I think everything is planned for tomorrow. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something, but I don’t know what it is, so there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe after tomorrow, I can stop writing like a third grader and my brain will actually begin functioning again.
I hope everyone has a good time. I hope they love the food and get to feast to their hearts’ content. I hope they see the love I have for my husband.
I just hope he thinks I’m beautiful.