thoughts from a soon-to-be wife ...

I get married tomorrow. Less than 24 hours to go.  
It's so surreal. 

If you know me outside the context of this blog, then you know that I was that little girl who grew up daydreaming about her wedding. When I was about twelve, I started keeping a binder full of magazine clippings of wedding-related things that caught my eye and I've added to this binder over the years, all in preparation for my big day. And now that big day is here (or almost). Soon, that "wedding ideas" binder will be closed forever and placed on a bookshelf where it will likely collect dust for the next 20+ years.

In many ways, this wedding is the complete opposite of what I thought I wanted. I always said I would marry in the fall, not summer, and yet here I am getting married right smack in the middle of summertime. I always said I wanted a rustic, "woodsy" kind of wedding ... our wedding definitely has more of a "beach meets city" kinda feel to it. I never expected to get married on the west coast; never in a million years thought that there would be several close friends and family members from Montreal who wouldn't be able to attend. I certainly never expected to have to walk down the aisle alone, without my dad.

Despite being so drastically different from what I had planned over the years, my wedding just feels right. I know Alan and I made the right decision to marry in Vancouver, I know the venues and colors and decor we chose is gorgeous and picture perfect. I know we're going to have a great day. I know everything will turn out just as it's supposed to.

I'll be honest - planning a wedding in 6 months has been stressful, and definitely way more work that I ever expected. I'm SO looking forward to waking up Sunday morning beside my husband and beginning our lives together. I can't wait to be his wife and kick off the happily ever after part.

So ladies and gents, all that to say ... this is the last blog post I will ever write as a single woman. And I couldn't be happier.