i went dress shopping on saturday and brought the whole girl crew (except enoch, he was the only boy). at the first bridal salon we went to, i fell in love with the last dress i tried on. the lady there was nice enough to let me try on some veils with it and even adjusted the lighting to see what it would really look like in an evening setting. as we all oohed and ahhed over how gorgeous it was, it finally hit me. i took my eyes off the dress and looked at my face in the mirror.

i am getting married. i am the bride. this is for real.

it wasn't the first time i had gone dress shopping, and it's been almost 5 months since i've been wearing the most beautiful rock on my finger.

with the planning being stressful at times, i think i've almost begun to lose sight of the meaning of it all. i need to stop focusing on keeping pace with our planning schedule, stressing over the budget, and trying to make everything so perfect. it reminded me even how insignificant my wedding dress was. so who cares if my dress has a bit too much poof or if it doesn't have enough detailing or if the color doesn't exactly match my skin? we're gonna get married!! who cares if our reception site decides to totally cancel on us via e-mail for no apparent reason??

WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!


it's gonna be awesome. can't wait.