My Other Job...

So I am pretty sure that you cannot actually be a BRIDE until your mother has a tiny (reallllly tiny) nervous breakdown with the bride at midnight on the phone. If you look up wedding planning and look at THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING it will state that you should call to make sure the flowers were ordered, have your final fitting for your gown, and have a good cry with your mom on the phone.

But you know what? It's all gonna be ok. Ya know why? Because this wedding is meant to be. Sweet Pea and I have been running around finalizing everything and trying to make it perfect and trying to make everyone happy and trying to please the world and last night it came down to this: It's better to build the perfect marriage than the perfect wedding. The wedding will last for 5 hours. The marriage needs to last a lifetime. And I am not ringing my own wedding bells but I do hope that Sparky and I are an example of a happy marriage - even after almost 27 (I think that's right) years together. :) Sweet Pea, I love you. Sparky, I adore and love you. And Little Lottie? You better find your missing ipod (and I love you!)

Back to work for me...