Just 48 hours from now, we'll be saying our vows. Can you STAND it?
If you could hear me right now, you'd hear a squeal of utter excitement and happiness, the kind of noise which could only be made by a woman who waited nearly three decades to find (or be found by) the man of her dreams.
The first thing to share is that Georges, his daughter and my family seem to have taken to each other. In fact, my sister, who is not one to gush or throw away a compliment EVER, said to me last night, "I just LOVE Georges!" and she was nearly giddy (and she doesn't do giddy!) This of course makes me feel wonderful, as I so want my family to be happy for me and comfortable with the course my life is taking, since I will be living so far away from them now.
After a really nice tourist day in NYC yesterday (despite the sauna-like weather), today we've stuck to doing some shopping for some of the things I want to bring back to Paris with me; confirming things with the caterer, florist and the B&B where we'll spend 2 nights after the wedding; getting our web cameras organized so we can record and transmit the wedding to our absent family members in Paris; and packing some things to migrate over to my sister's house where we'll stay for the next few days up until the wedding. Ma belle-fille is staying at my sister's place already, starting last night, where she can hang out with my niece and her friends; they were going to a Pilates class this morning and then to get manicures and pedicures this afternoon, and maybe a movie later, so she's being well entertained.
Tomorrow, it's going to be the following (in no particular order):
- Pick up the marriage license;
- Pick up our wedding clothes from the dry cleaner where I'm having them steamed;
- Go to the liquor store to buy the champagne, beer and wine;
- Pick up a quantity of loose flowers so we can arrange them in vases for the next day (bouquet and boutonnière to be delivered 1pm Saturday);
- Get a manicure and pedicure for myself while Georges practices playing La Vie en Rose, which I just might manage to sing after all (if I can get through it without coughing);
- And dare I say it? I think that's it. Maybe we'll have time to enjoy a nice pizza dinner in lieu of a "rehearsal dinner" since we're not having an actual rehearsal.
Saturday there will be nothing left to do but get up, eat something, get ourselves ready, set up our cameras and web cams and make sure my photographer friend is set up as well, give the caterer some basic instructions (and leave the rest of caterer management to my sister), make sure the bouquet has arrived, greet the guests... and then GET MARRIED.
Followed by lots of happy celebrations, a drive to the shore, and a couple of days of being in the newlywed bubble. I don't want to think about a single thing beyond the next five days.
For now, suffice to say that we can't stop smiling, looking at each other, touching hands, kissing, and in general just enjoying this amazing moment in our lives.
Next time I check in, I'll be a Married Woman. Even I'm having a hard time believing THAT, but it's true. Somebody pinch me again, please?