Five days, if you count today and the wedding day. Three, if you leave off the “crusts.” If I said I wasn’t nervous, I’d be lying. Honestly, though, I’m not worried that I’m doing the right thing. I mean, seriously– how could I NOT spend my life with the happy flower man and the pooch with glowing, alien eyes:

Now I get to throw my useless nervous energy into the weather. The prediction for Saturday is rain and 50-something degrees. Fabulous. Let’s just hope those weather men went to “we’re pulling your leg” school.

It feels like a big step. It IS a big step. I just hope I’ll be warm enough to take it in my sandals!