Raise Your Right Hand and Repeat After Me: 16 Days to Go

We went and got our marriage license today.  When the woman at the counter told us to sign the form and raise our right hand, we both thought she was joking.  She clarified "seriously, raise your right hand."  We had to comply and swear that the information we provided was true and that we loooove each other (actually they don't care so much about that last part, just that you have an ID and know your mother's maiden name, for the sanctity of it all).  Like so many of these experiences lately we had to stop and remind ourselves that for the rest of our lives, we will never again do what we did today.

To do or die: 17 Days to Go

We spent the night assigning to do items for every day from here on in.  To say it looks daunting is an understatement.  It looks, in a word, terrifying.    

We have Picture & Sound: 18 Days to Go

Final meetings with our photographers and DJ's went well and serve only to underline how close the big day is getting.  Name pronunciations, picture locations, wedding schedules and more rule our lives right now.  Along with everything that's ruled our lives before.  It just piles up.  And then on October 23 we can throw off that pile and par-tay!

Just for Us?: 19 Days to Go

Have you seen the Terminal Tower lately?  It's colored a beautiful purple.  I assume that's in honor of our wedding.  It is, after all, a celebration the whole city needs to be aware of.

Thanks City of Cleveland... It's nice to know you care!

Tale as Old as Time: 20 Days to Go

After dancing with dad, I've determined it's going to be very difficult not to be blubbering with tears the entire day of my wedding.  I have no idea how I'm going to make it through intact.  

Daddy's Girl 21 Days to Go

In Coshocton for our lovely county fair... and to practice the daddy / daughter dance with my daddy.  It's going to be adowabwle.

The Month it Happened: 22 Days to Go

It's officially October... and therefore the month of our wedding.  It's easy to get into he mindset of having this big looming far off date - that always seems like it's never really going to happen.  It's easier, it seems, to have that complacency blasted away. 

Tonight, as the clock turned over from 11:59:59 to 12:00:00, Rob turned to me and said "Well, Sweetie, it's October."  That's when it slammed into me like a truck - I'm getting married.  This month.   In 22 days.