The suits are hanging safely in the wardrobe; after a little last minute alteration, my dress I'll pick up Thursday.
The seating arrangement is finalised; the venue notified of the food restrictions. (1 vegan, 1 no meat, 1 no lactose, 2 pregnant, 1 orange allergy and a 2 year old who'd love some chips.)
The ceremony music has finally been selected, after much debate and indecision. The song I'll enter to is Mike's suggestion - not traditional, not even particularly romantic, but a sentimental favourite for me.
The place cards have been made but need folding. The menus have been designed but need printing.
The beautification appointments have begun - hair cut and colour, manicure, pedicure, (very subtle) spray tan... Mike had a hair cut.
The leave from work is approaching; today is my last day and Mike has one final shift tomorrow.
The lounge room has been taken over by the wedding things, all set to be packed up and taken to the venue tomorrow.
To do lists that have been written and amended and added to are now getting ticked off. Slowly but steadily.
Plans and logistics are being created and disseminated. Running sheets, contact sheets, notes for the musician, the MC, our parents.
The wedding rehearsal is tomorrow evening. Our wedding rehearsal. A reminder that for all the details and plans and things, on Saturday Mike and I will stand before a celebrant surrounded by family and friends, vowing to love and honour each other for the rest of our lives.
And then we go on honeymoon.
I can't wait.