Today, Murforelli is exactly UNO AñO away from the big day. In 365 days, I'll awake from a delightful, Ambien-induced slumber to my mp3 alarm clock playing "Going to the Chapel"...and the song will be about moi!
I'm concentrating on the lovely thought above, and not all of the planning which must happen in the next year. In other progress, we have initially composed our (tiny) wedding party...
Flower Princess: Miss Niamh
Bearer of Rings: Sir Lincoln Olav
BM: Captain Flapjack
Bride & Groom: MURFORELLI!
In deciding on a number of attendants, The Prof and I feel like we are so blessed to have such dear friends -- and so many of them! -- that in the end, we kept things simple. We each needed a witness, and wanted to involve our favorite (respective) child, so that's how things ended up...simple. I'd rather see my gal pals in some hot little numbers and knockout shoes of their own choosing rather than all conformin; each woman's uniqueness is what I love about my friends. Plus, we know that traveling for a wedding is already enough cost and stress, so aside from showing up to our big day, we wanted our friends (and us!) to just be able to kick back and have a blast. Lord knows I'd sit in a pew for the ceremony if given the choice!
To prepare the MOB and MOH for everything to come, I got them each two carefully chosen books. For Mom-orelli, the reading material included It's Her Wedding But I'll Cry if I Want To: A Survival Guide for the Mother of the Bride and The Knot Guide for the Mother of the Bride. Cho received The Bridesmaid Guide: Etiquette, Parties, and Being Fabulous and You Can Wear It Again: A Celebration of Bridesmaids' Dresses.
They both admitted that the tomes freaked them out a bit, but they would try to live up to my (and Mindy Weiss') expectations. We have all kinds of other fun and special things planned to honor those "liberated" from wedding party duty...just you all wait and see. Tee hee.
No other planning has taken place this week because my hubby-to-be is in Cancun for work. I know, cry him a river. I can't wait for you to come home, babe, and thanks for sending me the photo below with the caption "Wish you were here!" The image really warmed my heart while the rest of me froze in our chilly, 45 degree apartment this a.m.