There are nine days until our daughter changes her name. Today’s wedding planning project involved solidifying the catering and filling out paperwork for the DJ. I had nothing to do with the first and sat at the dining room table with my husband and daughter and a glass of wine for the second.
This is going to be bigger than I thought. Messier, I think. Crap. How hard can it be to choose music genre percentages and special songs that we want to have played?
Here we are, barely figuring out OUR marriage and life together, and it’s time to be the parents of the bride. How did that happen? Seriously. Typing this fills my eyes with tears. Or is that the wine?