Wedding Blog

My wedding is the day after the day after tomorrow. How does that feel?

I’m sort of excited, and sort of nervous. But that’s not my overwhelming emotion. Neither, really, is anxiety. My biggest concern, at this point, is getting all my little projects done and organized so that the things I must delegate to others (pretty much everything on the big day) will be perfect. And this is definitely my biggest mental obstacle. I am *not* one for outsourcing. And if I could somehow manage to be the one setting up the buffet tables, tying bows on the seat backs and making sure the day runs smoothly, I would be. Alas, I can’t do anything but *trust* the wonderful people who I’ve hired and who just love me, to do things right while I float around in my big white dress.

And right now, that’s really the most important thing–trust. I have had so many conversations with my DOC Lynette, that I absolutely trust her to the umpteenth degree to pull everything off perfectly. My friend Mandi will be manning the guestbook and doing a reading, and I am completely confident that she’ll do beautifully at both. The bridal shop that sold me my gown worked with me on so many separate instances, helping me put together a truly perfect wedding ensemble–I know I’ll look great. My aunt is making her trademark sugar cookies and white chocolate mints; nearly 22 years of experience in eating these tells me they’ll be delicious. My Mom will be protecting me from getting word of any problems (at least until they’re resolved). But most importantly, Mr. Blueberry will be right next to me the whole time. If I didn’t have this kind of trust in my vendors, friends, and loved ones, I literally would not be able to pull this off. I would be a nervous wreck. But as it is, the only thing I have to be nervous about is a Freudian slip during my vows, or tripping during the first dance.

My mind is racing, filled with lists of things to do and things I’ve done (BNL reference anyone?). If someone were to come up to me right this instance and say “how can I help?” I’d start naming tasks so fast your head would spin. I keep thinking of projects and startling–”Ohmygosh the favors!” immediately followed by “Oh, wait, I did those already.” In fact, the thought of “I did that already” is one of my greatest comforts. I’ve accomplished so much already, that everything left is really tiny in comparison–tacking up the points on the table runners, fixing the wicks on the floating tealights…

Not to say I have nothing left to do. I have *so* much sorting and organizing to do. Making sure my veil gets to the hairdresser’s, wrapping the attendants’ gifts, buying votives for the fireplace arrangement, printing the signs for the favor basket, giving a map of the venue to our vendors, making lists of instructions for Lynette…

And baking. I’m personally preparing many of the items on the dessert buffet, things like my trademark snickerdoodles, Mr. Blueberry’s groom’s cake, and lemon bars. My mom will be working on mini brownies. My dad will buy things like baklava, mini cheesecakes, and eclairs on the day-of. There’s only so much that can be done in advance.

My plan for today: bake a lot. Find time to make that aerial view. Finish the flower girl crowns, send 900 emails and make 9000 phone calls. Go to PaperSource (which requires a drive to the Plaza), make the lemonade ice cubes, make ‘to-do’ lists for all involved parties, practice my makeup (must be done during daylight), run to Wal-Mart for bottle openers + the aforementioned votives, take a picture of how the centerpieces should look….