The musky scent of lilies is filling up the room, a scent that I have long forgotten.
As I stared down at my two bouquets of stargazer and calla lilies this evening, it suddenly hit me that yes, 24 hours from now, I will be officially married to the boyf. The lilies were perfect, the sky was blue and full of fluffy white clouds. We were sitting in the cosy two-seater, driving along the highway and I felt so full of life, so young and so invincible.
It’s been such a long journey that it’s overwhelming to have the destination stare at me in the face. It’s a strange feeling, isn’t it? While I can’t wait to put the ring on his finger, a tiny part of me also wishes that the process is longer because it’s been so enriching putting together the little bits and pieces. Of course, I say this now on hindsight – there have been moments when I have rolled my eyes and wonder why we didn’t just elope. Such as when I was punching out paper hearts at 3:30 in the morning. But truly, we’ve had fun doing this together and to see a wedding that’s so uniquely “us” come to life is just incredible.
Eight years, nine months and 14 days. And a whole lifetime ahead of us. It begins today.
Ah, I should be getting to bed. Wish us luck and when I get back, it’s still going to be the same me, just sporting an additional band on my finger. And oh, with a husband in tow. 😉
I’ll see you guys on the other side.