My best friend’s wedding

With only 11 days before the wedding, you’d think I’d be freaking out. For those of you who know me, being the center of attention is not something I usually seek out. In fact, a few weeks ago I was hyperventilating at the thought of the impending date.

However, for some reason I’m completely calm. It’s the strangest feeling. Part of it is the fact that the to do list is dwindling. I was really stressing about being able to get everything done in the few weeks left before the wedding. Luckily, I’ve had some awesome people step up and help me out, namely my parents and future mother-in-law.

But mostly it is the thought that occured to me after returning from my bachelorette weekend in Florida. In only a few days time, I’m going to be married and not to just anyone. I’m going to be married to my best friend.

All this time, I’d been planning a party. I was worried about getting everything just right and trying to do it with a tiny budget. I never stopped to think about the reason I was doing all this. I forgot about why I was willing to stand in front of over a hundred people and be the center of attention. It’s the guy standing at the end of the aisle.