I'm going to be getting married in less than two weeks.
I may not be wearing the dress of my dreams (thanks for nothing, China) but I'll be in one of the most beautiful places on earth with my best guy at my side. Oddly, I'm not nervous. Well, not about the whole 'til-death-do-us-part vow bit. Seanie's amazing and wonderful and one of the most genuine and loving people in the whole world; I know he'll be a great husband and we'll have awesome adventures together. Totally not concerned about that. I just worry about screwing up. I don't want to embarrass anyone, y'know? I don't want to mortify my parents by saying something inappropriate, or make everyone burst into giggles when I trip over my dress hem as I go down the aisle. (Actually, that would be pretty funny. After I got over my humiliation, I'd laugh too.)
I'm sure everything will be just fine. Plans are in place, and as far as I know everything is on track. There's nothing to worry about.
I'm going to be getting married in less than two weeks!