There are fifteen days until the the big day, and I cannot help but feel like I am going to forget something crucial, like my pants, sox, or even shoes, that would really suck, and at the same time make a repetitive dream of mine come true in a weird way. But I guess that is what groomsmen are for, to make sure I have pants on. My other concern is not being packed for our our trip to Florida and the Bahamas. Should I already put my passport and my bags in my trunk? Would that be weird?
A collage of Lizzie and I from the last six years!
(Thank you Googles Picasa.)
Beyond all the neurotic thoughts that cross my mind every hour of the day, I am really excited to have these two weeks pass by without a hitch. That is what I have been praying for these last few days. I know that when all is said and done God will be glorified through it all.