I seriously cannot believe that it is May 9th. A few short months ago, it seemed like I had all the time in the world and now, I'm looking at 3 short weeks! Wow!
Everything is done. Now all I have to do is enjoy the rest of my time as an engaged woman and look forward to walking down the aisle, having a great time with all my loved ones, and hopping a plane to Mexico the day after!
Although I am very excited, there is a part of me that is quite sad as well. You see, for most girls this would be the time to fret over whether or not their flowers will be perfect, if their dress will be wrinkled and if the DJ will play the right songs. Not the case for me. For me, my one stress is that my Dad will not be there to share my special day. Now I willingly admit that I am slightly more melancholy about this these days. Tomorrow will be six years since he has passed away, and although I miss him every minute of every day, it is somehow always more magnified around the middle of May as well as Christmas. I guess setting a wedding date for the end of May probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.
Even though I miss my Dad terribly, and wish he could be here physically, I know that somehow someway he is with me in my heart.
