And the countdown is on.
One year from today I’ll be waking up in Steamboat, Colorado on my wedding day. As I sit here writing this I’m trying to envision what that will feel like and I can’t help but get so excited.
Ideally, I’d like to start the day off with a Bloody Mary. Naturally.
Then gab a bit with my besties about how fun the rehearsal dinner was the night previous. I’m a big big fan of rehearsal dinners. I love the relaxed intimate moment of everyone getting together to celebrate the weekend that is about to unfold. And I also think the rehearsal dinner tends to get a little crazy. And knowing Chris’s monster crew there’s certain to be at least one guy who does something really stupid that we can all talk and laugh about the next day.
I know it’s very girly of me, but I also love the part on wedding days when all of the girls sit around and get their hair and makeup done together. It reminds me of college when I lived with my best friends and we did that every night. I love that moment with the friends I only get to see about one or two times a year.
As for the hair and makeup, let’s not talk about that right now. This is my daydream and I don’t want to ruin it.
The getting ready part, putting on the dress, the last touches, it’s all just fluff when I think that moment when I see my handsome groom for the first time. I’m not very traditional, so I prefer to be the one waiting with my back turned while Chris runs up to me all shy and full of giggles, then coyly taps my shoulder. And then I turn around and pick him up gushing how great he looks.
Sometimes I entertain myself far too much with the thoughts that go through my head. I just envisioned that scenario and I’ll probably be getting a kick out of it all day.
But seriously. That whole “first reveal” is such a weirdly intimate moment to me for some reason; I’m not sure I want it photographed. It might make me super awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe that moment might be best if it just happens and the only two people who see it are the ones living it.
Talk to me next year at this time and I may have changed my mind…
The ceremony itself will be personal and pretty short. Harlow will be the ring bearer (obviously.) And then I’m hoping he’ll sit like a little gentlemen next to Chris’s groomsmen. What I hope for and what actually happens rarely seems to cross paths…
We’re going to exchange our own vows. I’ve already written mine in my head 100 times over. I’m assuming I’ll probably write Chris’s too.
And that moment when we walk back down the aisle as husband and wife is probably the moment I am most excited about. I’m playing it in my head right now and I get a rush just thinking about it. That’s the moment I want to live in for awhile.
And then it’s time to let loose.
The reception. The champagne. The speeches. The band. The weird wedding dancing. These are my favorite things! I can’t wait for this stuff. I get absolutely giddy when I think about being in a such a beautiful place surrounded by so many of our friends and family. It just doesn’t get any better.
Only 365 days…
If there’s anything I know about time, it’s that it goes really fast.
So one year from today, it’s wedding time. And also party time.