Weddingbee Blog

Well, she is finally here, in our house, on the bed in the “wedding room” (as I affectionately call the guest room now).

She is resting there, carefully folded (squished, she complains) in a cotton garment bag, lightly veiled from the all-seeing eyes of one Mr. Shortcake.

When I reverently unzip the bag, she gazes at me, blinking and sparkling with all her might, as if she fears she will never have a day out and will spend the rest of her days closeted. Silly gown, how impatient you have become!

For once I am at a loss for words. In three weeks we will be leaving for Vancouver, and in just over a month I will be marrying Mr. Shortcake. It is a heady combination of feelings—excitement, stress, bittersweet sadness, overwhelming joy, a sense of relief—an emotional potion made ever so more intoxicating by the sight of her…

Deep breaths. We can do it, gown. Only 39 days left to go.