100 days to go. Tomorrow there will be only 99. I never thought I'd see the double digits, and here they are, staring me in face, scoffing at me, telling me I'm not as prepared as I thought I was.
The very minute I stepped into the double digits I was bombarded with emails from wedding sources. The same wedding emails I used to enjoy reading every day have suddenly turned against me. Instead of giving me my daily fix of "wedding porn" (and by porn I mean insanely cute first-look photos, vintage centerpieces, shoes, sparkles and other drool-worthy photos), I am now suddenly looking at emails that begin: Last-Minute Checklist.
When did 100 days become "the last minute"??? It is, after all, still just over three months of planning time left. But I'm sure these three months will fly right by, and before I know it it will become time to put on my dress and veil, and make the walk down to my new husband.
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