In a nutshell, I’ve been planning a wedding, managing a household of eight people that are not always under the same roof—or in the same country—on any given night, trying to finish a book, redoing a website, frantically looking for work, and, OH! Planning a wedding!
That will take place in 9 days. So, no biggie. I checked the weather and all the thunderstorms and warnings should dissipate by the night before, so we can have a partly-cloudy but not-very-chilly ceremony outdoors, in my mother’s courtyard in Capitola.
And for those who haven’t been following on Facebook or Pinterest (where, to my embarrassment, I’ve been hanging out for administrative ease instead of updating here like a sane person), you can check out the photo gallery below of collected images that will make up our big day.
I’m so excited to become Mrs. Guy. Y’all have no idea.[nggallery id=4]
Guest list: check. Six kids, Guy’s mom and dad, my mom and stepdad, and… our photographer. Whom I already love like a sister so I will try to get her loaded even though she swears she will not drink on the job.
Decorations: check. God bless Martha Stewart crafts and Amazon.com. Between them and Ace hardware, it really is coming together nicely.
Rings: check! Actually, credit card. I paid cash for his but mine was a little more. We re-set my grandmother’s heirloom diamond into a custom, vintage-looking setting, a simple solitaire with matching thin platinum band.
Dress: check. I can zip it, I won’t trip over it, and flats will keep me from towering over Guy.
Flower girl, Ring Bearer, and other four boys: check. You would not believe what it cost to buy khakis, simple white shirts, bow ties, belts, and shoes for five boys. I’m not even going to mention socks. They are on their own.
Moms: check. Dresses chosen, all excited.
Food: check. Will be dropped off and we will descend like velociraptors, eating buffet style on the deck.
Cake: check. Did the order over email, trust is something I find easy to bestow. I’m not hard to please. I mean, I’m decorating with burlap, twine, and mason jars, am I right?
Honeymoon: double-check. Guy’s parents gave us one of their membership resort weeks in Puerto Vallarta. Squeee!