Normally this is my least favorite time of the year.
The holidays are over, the snow is dirty, the mail is no longer interesting, there isn’t a day off until late May and winters in Wisconsin are much like Paula Abdul. THEY NEVER GO AWAY.
But this year, oh this year is just a bunch of goodness in the first quarter of 2011.
In a little over a week I’m headed to Chicago for a bachlorette party of sorts. “Of sorts” because I’m going with just my cousin and my BFF Darcy. My little but very mighty wedding party. I decided to forgo the unoriginal (and ridiculous for anyone over 35) dance club while being donned with many a plastic penis and fake veil, for a weekend of good shopping, great food, delicious wine and two of my favorite women on the planet. I think I made a wise choice, no? Plastic penis just isn’t my color.
If that isn’t enough to make a girl giddy, in February I will be showered with two showers. One thrown by Darcy and my mom here in Madison and one in Oconomowoc with Matt’s mom and sisters. Since Matt’s family is close to the population of a small town, they decided to celebrate with me on their turf. Sounds great to me. Will travel for presents.
And then there’s March. Where it’s my 39th birthday and a week long trip to Jamaica. Oh and I guess I shouldn’t forget that third weekend in March where I’ll get to see my boy in a tux while Matt does me the honor of becoming Mr. Becky Mikkimoto.
Back in September, when I was dealing with a mind that was AWOL, the thought of making it through the day let alone my wedding sent adrenaline mixed with dread rushing through my veins. I had no idea how I was going to pull it off and the whole notion scared the hell out of me. Not ever questioning my love for Matt, just the wedding itself.
But now! Now that I’m happy, sane and in a really good place, I CAN. NOT. WAIT! I can honestly say I’m not nervous, not freaking out, just happy. And down right excited!
If things go wrong, if something is forgotten, if someone can’t come, it’s all OK because I’m marrying the best man I know, regardless of what happens around us.
So my dear readers, if I’m annoyingly euphoric in the next several weeks, during this usual worst time of the year, won’t you forgive me?
I promise if I say anything about winter being beautiful you have my permission to punch me in the ovary.
I’m so excited WITH you! If u do need a respite in the sun, you can always be crazy or sane here. Happy you are so happy girlfriend and my only regret is that I can’t be there to give you a proper hug, toast, and take all that bachelorette out of you
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So glad you are “on track” again! January and February are going to fly by… in a good way. Have fun with your trip to Chicago – and you showers – sounds like lots of fun plans and places!!! And please be euphoric – good moods tend to spread out to those who come across them! Sending you good thoughts….
If any spills over send it my way. I’m very excited for you. You totally deserve this. You have more than earned it. Plus seeing you gush like this makes me giggle, then you giggle, and then its just a giggle fest and who doesn’t like those?!
Bring on the euphoria!!
Wow, you just made ME like January and I’m not even going to Jamaica! Your euphoria is contagious. Love that you already appreciate the day has to be about YOU and MATT….everything else is secondary. I suspect you may be that glow I see in the west.
You are too stinkin’ cute. Your trip to Chicago sounds like so much fun – and yeah, Jamaica and the wedding do too.
Boy, how is next January going to measure up?
What?!?!?!?!? You aren’t going to a cheesy dance club with a plastic penis around your neck??? Not fair! Not fair! Not fair!
Well aren’t you all just a bunch of loveliness?!? Thanks all!
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