The other night, I had a startling thought: in less than 3 weeks, I'm not going to be engaged anymore.
Although I'm very excited to finally marry my sweet dream man, I also feel a little sad that our engagement period is drawing to a close. I don't know if it's because Mr. Wonderful has been in Europe since January 10, or if all the wedding chores have overpowered the moments of reflection and appreciation, but part of me feels like I haven't even fully had a chance to enjoy being engaged—and now it's almost over. Poor me, cry me a river, I know, I know.
It's just that there's really something sort of magical about that anticipatory state. It's really fun to look forward to things. As antsy as I was for Mr. W to propose, I also got a kick out of the continual wondering, is he going to do it tonight? Even after I had the ring on my finger, I caught myself thinking that a couple times when we were heading out to nice dinners.
Oh, how important it is to live in the moment.
I'm going to try very hard to soak in the last fleeting days of being a fiancé. And when Mr. W comes home on the 12th, I'll try really hard to focus on him and the excitement of our impending big day, rather than the laundry list of last minute things we'll have to do.
A friend told me Monday that she wishes me peace of mind and presence of heart on the day of our wedding. Seems like a good thing to hope for every day before and after it, too.