From what I understand, every bride has 'wedding dreams'. Some of them are nightmares, some are just regular dreams that are nice enough and involve The Wedding. I've had some of these myself. Normally, I wake up the next day quite motivated to a) check in with my photographer because in my dream I hadn't actually told her the wedding date so she didn't show, b) get my dress altered, c) buy my *third* pair of wedding shoes, d) verify with my loving fiancee that he does not, in fact, have plans to live a life of celibate service to God. Yep, that's right...I had a dream that he decided to be a minister in our church, which involves not getting married. My point is, these dreams have a 'spurring' effect on me. My subconscious screams at me to let me know that something I've been putting off still needs to be done.

The problem is, I'm not having these dreams of late. Ever since we got back from our trip to Boise which was a whirlwind of wedding accomplishments, I've been falling into a mode of complacency. I've read a couple of books. I've budgeted. I've relaxed. But I haven't planned much wedding stuff. It's true, I got the front side of ninety programs printed (why just the front side is another story for another day). I got my bees made. I bought most of the ingredients for my pasta salad. But other than that, I've been quite lax.

And the dreams just aren't haunting me like they were. There was a stretch where I had them at least twice a week, and I would wake up in a cold sweat at dark-thirty and sit awake and start planning and thinking and worrying and not be able to go back to sleep. With the dreams not coming any more, it's true that I sleep better, but I don't fill my days with nearly as much productive wedding effort as I used to.

The problem with this is that there are one hundred one days until The Wedding. That might sound like a long time, but think about it. That's three months, eleven days. Thirteen weeks. That is NOT a lot of time! And I am seriously lacking in motivation to fill those precious and fleeting days with productivity. In short, when I say, oh, I'll call Carmen about the food next Monday, well, next Monday rolls around and I call but don't get hold of her and think, it's not a big deal, I'll catch her next Monday (Mondays are my Saturdays, by the way)...there's not a lot of Mondays left! Thirteen. Thirteen Mondays.

Wait. The brevity of that just sank in.

In fourteen Mondays, I'll be a MARRIED LADY!

Skip the rest of the planning...I'm just excited to get there.