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The excitement is overwhelming. So overwhelming in fact that I've never felt such excitement in all my life. The anxiety builds throughout the day with everything I do. How am I even at work right now? Well not right now. It's actually 10:00 at night...but how do people do this. Work right up until their wedding?


It's not that there is even anything left for us to do. It's done. We are ready, so by George, let's just get married already! 


It is by far the most exciting time of my life, and I don't think it's even really hit fully of what is about to happen. What journey I am about to embark on, or what next chapter of my life I'm about to enter.


Last night I had a minor meltdown. Maybe a little bit more than minor. I let my soon to be husband be the judge. It was over the Olympics. THE OLYMPICS. I accidentally told him who won in swimming. What did I know? I just thought it was cool she was gluten free! Long story. Rambling, rambling, rambling. I cried. And cried. And cried. It was. A. Meltdown. And I'm okay with that.


The excitement is overwhelming. I cannot remember the last time I was this excited. 


Just a girl. Really excited. Really ready for Saturday to be here already. Oh just another Saturday, no big deal.

Air Conditioner Buzz

Okay. Let's be honest. And let's get it all out right here, as my husband-to-be has been hearing about it for almost a week now. (And yes, he's on my side. Funny how that works.)

You invite someone to your wedding. You think that they are an important enough part of your life to be in the room on the day you are getting married. Now this is something I in particular do not take lightly. It's a relatively small affair, only closest family and friends, and you made the list! Congrats!

You receive your Save the Date 7 months ago. 7 MONTHS AGO. 7. MONTHS. AGO. Why. Oh why. Do you not save your beans along with saving the date?? 

Yes. I get starving artist 100%. Things coming up in life. Hell you didn't like me all that much. I get flying across the country and making a weekend of it 100%. But I also get that we are friends, right? If you had saved even $25.00 every week since you were saving the date, hell that would cover hotel AND flight! And your booze after our 3 hour open bar cut-off. Am I right? I mean AM I RIGHT??

This goes back to middle school. To my and probably all the other DeCrosta girls problems of being too good of a friend. I bought them all Christmas gifts. All of them. And you know what this girl got in return from all of them? Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Trust me. It's not about the gift. I can tell you that. And it's not that people aren't coming to the wedding. It's that why am I always the girl that will put myself out there and be there for you 110%. No matter what. However you need me. But you can't be there for me. It's an endless cycle in my life worming its way far into my late 20's and for the occasions that really matter.

And hell...remember that small little perfect chapel that only fit 80 max that we couldn't have when we thought you, and the guest you wanted to have were coming? Yeah. We lost out on that. Yep. Yep we did.

So brides to be: don't feel disappointed if they aren't coming. Don't feel bitter either. Or like you need to passively get it all out in blog form. Or even like why did I waste a stamp because I had to track YOU down and you couldn't even send back the RSVP card when you first got it knowing that you weren't coming!

Just breathe. As I am doing now. Just breathe. As I will continue to do for the next 3 weeks. 

Just a girl. Just breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing.