It is so hard to believe that in 87 days I’ll be Andy’s wife and he’ll be my husband. I had a strong feeling that our 5-month engagement period would fly by and I was right. In addition to counting the days until our wedding, I have also started counting the weekends until our wedding day. Twelve. We only have 12 weekends left! That really freaks me and I sort of wish I hadn’t thought of that. Not that I’m scared to marry Andy. It’s just that there is so much that we have to get done between now and then. And none of the main players in the event live nearby me. My parents live an hour and a half away, my sister (matron of honor) lives 3.5 hours away and Andy lives an hour away. So, really, the wedding plans only progress over the weekends. I’m sure that everything will work out just fine. Deep down, I know it’s silly to worry/stress/freak out about the wedding. I should instead be focusing on preparing myself for marriage.