Three Weeks and Counting

So here I am at 10 AM on a Sunday, eating cookie dough straight from the bowl while surrounded by wedding planning papers that have officially taken over my kitchen island

Three Weeks and Counting

. This is fine. This is totally normal behavior for a bride-to-be, right?

The dress fits like a glove - thank God, because alterations this close to October 18th would have sent me into full panic mode. The venue confirmed everything yesterday. The flowers are ordered. Marcus’s groomsmen finally got fitted for their tuxes (after only three reminders from me). Sophie’s flower girl dress is hanging in our closet looking absolutely perfect and making me tear up every time I walk past it

The checklist is real.

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Everything is coming together exactly like we planned, so why do I feel like I’m forgetting something major?

Sophie’s flower girl dress fits perfectly. Now if only I could stop crying every time I look at it.

Maybe it’s just the reality hitting me that in three weeks, I’ll be walking down an aisle toward Marcus and the rest of our lives. No big deal at all. Just marrying my best friend and becoming a wife and stepmother all at once. Totally manageable.

Marcus keeps telling me to breathe and that everything will be perfect. He’s probably right. He usually is. But until then, I’ll be here with my cookie dough and my color-coded checklists, pretending I have it all under control

Breathe, Elena. You got this.

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