I cannot even begin to explain how surreal the last few days have been, or how I imagine the next few ones will be. If you haven't been paying attention, I'm getting married on Thursday. Me. Married. I know.
It didn't hit me until Will came home with half of a large sheet cake that they had given him at work, along with a card and a wedding gift. The card didn't have pictures of Gary Larsen cows playing it cool or a snarky saying or even a black and white picture of a dog (I get many of those, but I love every one). No, it was a heavy pink and cream card signed by a bunch of people I've never met, wishing him well - wishing me well. The cake was so big it takes up a full shelf in our fridge.
Holy crap, I'm getting married.
I'm making lists and folding skirts and shirts and selecting shoes (two pairs of boots, one pair of dressy sandals, one pair of casual sandals, two pairs of flip flops and my wedding shoes) and every so often it hits me that I'm not just going to Vegas, I am going to Vegas to get married. At 5:30pm I walk in on the arm of SlackDad, and by 5:45 I can check "married" on the next form I fill out. The best advice given to me and to Will has been just be in the moment, because it goes too fast. My goal is just to relax and enjoy.
Thursday I'm hoping that I'll get a moment to stand up in front of all of our guests and say a few words, the most important two being thank you. I'd like to take this moment to say the same to my - our - reading audience. You were there the day we first met. You were there for that first Detective Post. Many of you are going to be there virtually when we get married. You've been nothing but supportive, even if sometimes that support was hey you moron, you should date him.
So here's my moment. THANK YOU.
Will's got our seating music available for download on today's blog. Piglet writes about her feelings on the wedding of two people she's never met. Me, I'm nervous and jittery and a wee bit scared, as I'm taking the big gamble. But in this case, I know I'm the House. And the House always wins.
