Every weekday morning I set my alarm somewhere in between 5:15 and 5:30. And every weekday morning I curse my alarm and the still-dark sky outside my window.
Why then, on my first day of my “marriage vacation” did I wake up naturally at 5:32?
It wasn’t like “Oh, gee, it’s 5:32 – I still have a few hours to sleep. Yippe!”
Rather, it was “Wow, I’m so awake and alert. It must be at least 8:00.” And then I checked my phone. “Shit.”
I thought about going for a run. I promise that’s the truth. But you know what? I didn’t feel like it. And do you know what three words justified my unwillingness to sweat?
I’m the bride.
God, that feels good.
So now my mom and I are making lists of lists and checking them
five hundred times twice. We’re leaving for Richmond this morning (!!!), and we’ve got to be damn sure that we have everything.
[I'm being dramatic. My grandma is the designated "shit we forgot" picker-upper ]
So my friends, it’s getting real. I’ll see you in Richmond!