Weddingbee Blog

Dear Hive,

It’s Saturday morning—I woke up with anxious pangs in my stomach at 7:30 and I haven’t been able to fall back asleep which means I need to cross something off my to-do list, and that thing may as well be therapeutic and happy-making. So I write.

Tomorrow afternoon, I marry the love of my life.

The past week has felt like the calm before the storm. I went to work on Monday and Tuesday, and I diligently plugged away at an overwhelming number of DIY projects with a sense of calm and accomplishment after work. I hastily packed up my DIY mess and dumped most of my clothes in a suitcase (I’ll sort out my honeymoon packing on Monday) and loaded up my mom’s car. On our trafficky ride from Queens to Bucks County, PA, LA MOH and I assembled programs in the back seat of my mom’s SUV. When we got home I went back out to do a walk-through at our venue and ran back home as fast as I could for welcome dinner with our Irish cousins, who have come to America for my wedding, unbelievably (and they read my blog!! Say hello, hive ). I feel like I haven’t stopped—probably because I haven’t stopped working—for at least two weeks. And now the anxiety and butterflies are hitting me. Thank goodness it’s a day before my wedding so I can sort them out.

Oh yeah! And I went on a haunted hayride last night with friends (!!), like the good ol’ days growing up in the country, which feels waaay more country-like now than it did back then. I suppose 4 years in the city will do that to a gal.

I have sooo so much more to share with you after we get back from Mexico! I hope you will forgive my radio silence of late as I promise to make it up upon my return as I recap project after project as I patiently await pro-pics.

For now, I have to get myself ready for a special service for Mr. Thimble at his family’s synagogue. And then I get to manage my team of bridesmaids and friends as we tackle our final projects before rehearsal and zen time tonight. Even the rehearsal is DIY. You’ll see…

See how my ring fits snug as a bug inside his big, protective band? symbolic…?

I haven’t seen Mr T. since Thursday morning, and I can’t wait to see him today so my stress can melt away a little. Mr. Thimble, if you are reading this, I cannot wait to marry you tomorrow, and celebrate a day we have been anticipating for over two years. Well, for eight and a half years, really, because I have known I wanted to marry you since we started dating- sometimes I think I knew before I even met you. Is that weird? It’s true.

Hive, thank you for sharing my journey (thus far) with me! Your incredible support, your help and advice, and our general shared excitement over all things wedding has added depth and a sense of accomplishment to my bride-to-be experience. I am forever grateful. Thank you for reading my ramblings.

To the rest of the 10-10-10 (and all the bazillion weddings this weekend) brides, good luck!! Breathe, try to zen out a little and take it all in.

I’ll see you on the other side! (oooh I’ve been waiting to say that!)

With Love and Best Wishes,

Miss Thimble