It’s barely 6AM and I’m sitting here, bleary, at the dining room table. Everything is pretty much packed. Greg is in the shower. Our guests who are staying here are asleep in the guest room. I can’t stop yawning.
Somehow everything got done. Yesterday I picked up the last of the gifts for our families and friends, as well as our wedding bands from the jeweler and I printed all the programs for the ceremony.
It’s a weird moment right now, knowing that this whole huge weekend is about to commence. Our families will meet and mingle (yikes!) and Greg and I will get married.
But for now, I’m at the dining room table in our home in Chicago, a cup of coffee now at hand, the back door open to the deck where I just checked on my morning glories, and my wedding dress hanging silently in its garment bag.