Oh Those Wedding Bells

I finally turned a corner with this whole wedding thing. It's no secret that I've had some anxieties and neuroses to deal with when it comes a dear friend's wedding on Saturday. There's nothing like having both the mandatory strapless bra and Andy's "dress" clothes arrive with plenty of time to spare before the big day (and have them all fit) to really calm you down for someone else's big day.

Now that I'm a picture of serenity and calm, Andy and I are ready, we are set to head to central Minnesota for the biggest, bestest Lutheran wedding bash of them all. Granted there are few things to worry about. It better be cold, because Andy's wedding appropriate wear consists of khaki pants, a chamois shirt and wool sweater.  And I had better start practicing my readings for the wedding or else I'm going to have phrases like "exquisite excitements" twisting my tongue in every which way.

In the last couple days, I've stopped looking at the wedding as obligation and started seeing it as an opportunity. An opportunity to spend some time with some of my favorite people in the world:

Hard to believe we're all old enough to be married, engaged, or otherwise attached, but I think Charlotte from Sex and the City said it best: "Maybe we could be each other’s soul mates. And men could be these great, nice guys to have fun with."

Oh those wedding bells are ringing and Andy and I are on our way to make a toast or two.