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Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.

It's true, I quoted Princess Bride for a blog title. Oh boy, it's been a long week.

I think it is high time for a wedding related post...after all, it is sort of consuming our free time at an incredible pace. We are, as of today, W-288 days and counting.

 It is definitely coming, some days it feels too soon, and other days not soon enough!!

I think Chris and I are making great progress in the wedding planning arena. For instance, we have a date [June 9, 2012!], booked our church, reserved the reception site, secured our photographers, and agreed on our small-ish wedding party! Beyond these "large" items, my mom helped me pick out a set up for the centerpieces and came along to help me choose my DRESS!!!

Sneak Peak!
Although he may be reluctant to admit it, I think Chris is excited [sometimes I think he is more excited than me!!]. We have already learned a lot about each other, and after four years and 1600+ miles apart we really can't wait to be each other's forever!!

You could say it's twuuee wuv, or something like that.

Comments

  1. gorgeous lace.

    well done on getting so much organised already.

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  2. as you wish...


    I commented.

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  3. An evanescent moment ... a prelude (quiet fireworks) in that photo of your dress...

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