“A Month Hardly Counts for Anything, Right?”
As I am writing this on Thursday, there is exactly one month left until the wedding. Thirty days. Four weeks and one day, plus about twenty hours. Daniel and I got engaged on April 20, 2007. That was 108 weeks, one day, and about eighteen hours before our wedding.
Of course, we didn’t know that then—we didn’t decide on a date until about a month after the engagement. But I can remember standing in line with Daniel and my sister Annie for the Monster Plantation ride at Six Flags over Georgia that summer. Trying to be optimistic about the “long time” before we would be married, we talked about how two months had already gone by. And two months out of twenty-five wasn’t so bad, right? We were almost one twelfth of the way there! Eleven more of the length of time that had already passed, and there would be only one month left until the wedding. And one month hardly counted as any length of time, right? (ha!).
We seriously had a twenty-minute conversation about this as we did the math in our heads (alright, on our fingers). I’m sure eight-year-old Annie was relieved when we got to the end of the line and had to switch to a new topic of conversation as the ride began. We were, too, for that matter—it was a really hot day to be standing in a long line in the Deep South (if Atlanta counts as the Deep South, which I’m not really sure about.)
I really haven’t done much wedding planning since last week’s blog, which is very bad considering the mere four weekends I have left to get stuff done! Hopefully this weekend will be more productive. We need to finalize our music choices and send them to the organist and our cantor and then start designing a program.
This Saturday night, Daniel and I will be learning the Viennese waltz with another couple (my bridesmaid Michelle and her fiancé). Hopefully we will be able to apply something of what we learn during our first dance at the reception and not trip all over ourselves in front of all our guests! And it just occurred to me that I don’t think I told you what song we are dancing to. It’s “We Will Dance” by Steven Curtis Chapman. Beautiful song. Wish us luck, so that we don’t make fools of ourselves at the dance lesson.
And I hope you all enjoy your weekends, it’s supposed to be gorgeous here in the D.C. area.