Two months ago, I bought my wedding dress and I brought my fiancé with me. There are still six months before our big day, but he’s already seen me in the dress. Hugged me in the dress. Kissed me in the dress. Grinned at me, and spun me around in the dress.
I’m thrilled, but in my imagination, you’re reacting to this statement in one of two ways:
Maybe your eyes have just gone panic-wide. You’re looking around, quickly, to see what bad luck I’ve called out of a suddenly darkening sky. You’re picking your feet up off the floor to keep away from the skittering monsters I’ve invited into the world. You’re preparing to call my mother.
If this is you, I’d like to gently remind you: I did this two months ago. The sky hasn’t fallen an inch. (I measured.) All your monsters are still hidden away. (Under the bed.) My mother approved. (Whole-heartedly.) I’ll offer a cup of tea for your nerves, but there’s not much more I can do at this point.
Or, maybe you’re just curious about the experience. You can have a cup of tea, too, if you’d like, because it’s going to take a minute to tell the whole story.
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