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Holy stressballs Batman!

Am I really getting married in 18 days??

Talk about a huge life change for this 35 year old single gal! No more having to do my own tax returns?? Sign me up!

As far as the stress goes, I  exaggerate. Basically, Vegas = what stress? Planning a destination wedding through MGM has seriously been easier than putting together my bestie's baby shower. (This may or may not have something to do with the number of fancy pink and green pom poms required for said baby shower.) What little stress I've had to deal with on the wedding front has been easily absolved through strategic use of dark chocolate and the occasional splurge of coffee with whipped cream 'n honey.

Now that it's crunch time we're down to the nitty gritty of details and decision making. We got tons accomplished this weekend: ordered the guys tuxes, picked out our wedding bands (I got off waaay easier than he did with that one...yay me!!) and finalized most of our ceremony details from music to flowers via a simple order form. Easy-peasy!

The bigger deal for me, at this point, is that a part of my identity is shifting. After all the years of being Miss Independent (17 in fact, since I moved out to my very first crappy, low-buck apartment at 18) and everything that entails: adventures and misadventures in the dating world (and girl, do I have stories!) managing, and -let's just be honest here- more often mismanaging my own finances, and in general being responsible for and answering to no one but myself...I am about to take the plunge. Or as Travis puts it, "you're about to be stuck with me babe."  As if I'd gone free-bird all those years only to settle. Ha! No, I know how lucky I am to have found my soul-mate, someone who knows me better than I know myself, pushes me to be a better person and loves me unconditionally (or with only the small condition that I be the one to turn on the Keurig in the morning.) And he doesn't even snore. We just fit.

Single is how I've always known myself. It's as much a part of my identity as the fact that I have blue eyes and am exceptionally un-tall. But I'm finally ready to explore a new identify. Wife. That's going to take some getting used to.


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