Wedding Planning, Lists, and the Crest of the Hill

Today’s been a surprisingly busy day. It’s now 11:13PM, and after hosting a pizza party for many of our out of town guests… the apartment has cleared out, and I’m alone typing away in front of my computer. Liz is staying at the Ambassador East hotel this evening, and I’m a bachelor for a few hours longer.

In the frenzy of the last few days, I’ve switched over to a pretty generic checklist system and turned mainly to pen and paper. I edited a document using Write Room, and print it out at the start of each day.

I’m happy, happy, happy to be looking at this piece of paper right now.

And here’s my to-do list for tomorrow (within Write Room).

The moment I’ve been looking for is fast approaching: the crest in that hill where, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t actually do anything more. All the pieces are in place, agreements made, plans set, and what remains is just for the day to happen and for Liz and I to enjoy the hell out of it.

I’m confident we’ll go off schedule, or something will suddenly happen out of the blue. At this point, I’m no longer worried and stressed. Our friends and family will fix things if they can, and if they can’t… no big thing. I’m just focusing on being around the people I love, and a girl who means the world to me.

I’m looking forward to an end to all the wedding planning. I’m looking forward to eating some really great food. I’m looking forward to seeing Liz’s face smiling at me, and me smiling back. I’m looking forward to a sea of smiling faces. I’m looking forward to the heft and feel of a ring on my finger.

Right now, I’m pretty beat up and tired. I think I’m going to go sit on the couch for a little while, and revel in the stillness and the silence for a little bit – and bask in the feeling of motionlessness.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day.