101 Days

I just looked at my wedding website, and it says "101 days to go!" Holy crap. I'm going to be married before I know it. A wife. And Frank will be my husband. I'm beyond excited.

I was never really one of those little girls that envisioned her wedding. I saw myself getting married one day, but didn't have all the details planned out. I know there are girls that know exactly what they want and how they want everything to look on their big day, even before they are engaged. This was not me. Not that I dislike pretty things, don't get me wrong, but when it comes to sparkly, glitzy, glittery things, I can usually pass. A diamond studded brooch for a bow on a chair cover? Really? No. Flower petals strewn across each guest's plate? Nope. All the planning has been a really fun process though. Now that we're in the thick of planning, all I do is envision. I see pretty flowers and dresses and fancy suits. Colored lights and fluffy white swans. I need more swans. Wait, I don't have any swans? Where are my swans?

The next 101 days are going to fly by. Before we know it, we'll be on our honeymoon, sipping margaritas on a warm, sunny beach in Sayulita, Mexico. I haven't had a full week of vacation in a very long time. I will welcome it with open arms.

And by that time, 101 days from now, I will be Mrs. Lauren Leon. Lauren Eleanor Leon. OH. EM. GEE.