The wedding invitations are here.
They arrived on our doorstep Thursday, discovered when we returned home from a tasting at the caterer. I dug into the box and we both giggled while we read it. "It's real," he said.
I ran my finger across the raised lettering on the thank you cards, that read "Mr. and Mrs. Fella Fellaslastname" and he said there were times he thought he'd never see that.
For some reason, the arrival of the invitations has calmed me. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that the last vendor was booked the same day, but still... I have one propped up in my office and it reminds me that all that really matters at the end of this is that we're married. Even if I trip over my too-high heels, or the flowers are the wrong color, or the table linens aren't the perfect shade of champagne.
Hard to believe that life can be this good.