Time Flies When You're Having Fun

I am such a total slacker.  Please excuse my lack of updates.  Larissa is totally winning on that end.  Anyways...

Usually, like, 99% of the time, when you're REALLY REALLY looking forward to something, it seems like time slows to a crawl.  Whether it's 8:17 am and you're tapping your foot waiting for 5pm to come so you can get out of work (or 3:40 if you're me ;-) ), or you're a little kid waiting for your birthday or Christmas to come around on the calendar, time moves at a snail's pace.  This had crossed my mind back when I first proposed an we were in our early stages of planning and picking a date.  Going the more "traditional" route and having a year or longer engagement seemed like an eternity to wait.  I was (and still am) really excited when it turned out that July of this year would work so well for what we're planning.

I had NO IDEA, however, just how fast the time would go.  We got engaged on January 18th (it was a Tuesday, if you're counting).  The wedding, as you know, is set for July 23rd.  That's just over 6 months. Plenty of time.  And honestly, in the smack dab middle of January, picturing a summer day lakeside seemed like eons away.  Suddenly I blinked, and now we're down to 87 days.  Less than 3 months.  HOLY COW.  All the big super important stuff was figured out and booked months ago now, and we're on to the smaller, nitty gritty details that make this whole thing feel way more real and concrete.  Like... ordering and creating favors.  Buying a cake-topper.  Figuring out a rough schedule of the actual wedding day.  Whoa.  This is happening, and it's happening super-soon.

Don't get me wrong.  The last thing I mean to imply is that I am scared of the approaching date.  Far from it.  I'm so excited about it and looking forward to it that I expected time to creep by super-slowly.  But here we are.  Soon the school year will be over, and then it's on to Summer and the beginning of the rest of my life.

In other unrelated news, I recently signed my letter of intent to return to my teaching job in the fall (for all intents and purposes, renewing my contract).  This is the first time I've ever accomplished this, having been laid off from 3 different positions in 3 years.  I feel a little bit like a teenager who keeps getting dumped but is now in a really great relationship.  I've been burned one too many times in the past and I'm afraid to start trusting again.  I have to keep reminding myself that yes, they do like me and yes, there is money in the budget to keep paying me to do what I do.  Anyways... Unrelated to the wedding (though, a continuing stream of paychecks definitely helps in getting this event off the ground), but I felt like sharing the good news.

~T