Guests

I have all but begged my big little sister to attend the wedding. The guest list is becoming quite large, but there is a small list of those whom I really, really want to share this day with. 

My sister is on that list.

To sort of veer off and ramble for a minute: It's so strange, this phenomenon of wedding planning. Who are you really doing it for? What's truly important? Is it for you, or is it for the guests? And how many guests are you supposed to have? What's right? Who will feel left out? Would anyone? Would everyone? 

Really, if this day is for us - why does any of that matter? Anytime you do anything outside of yourself, though, people are invited to feel something about it. That's just the nature of life, right? I don't know, I guess I'm just feeling a little worried that the people I want to be there won't be there - except I didn't really realize that I wanted anyone to be there. Initially, it really was just about us. But then it became about who we want to share it with, this day that is the most special day of our lives together so far. You do want to share it. You do. I do, anyway.

I remember when I first realized how much I loved Patrick, I wanted to tell EVERYONE. I was so excited about this crazy awesome feeling and so excited that I was feeling this towards that particular person. 

Maybe it's a little bit of pride. "Look how smart I am to have fallen in love with this particular man. Isn't he best-ever?!"

Whatever it is, I want to share it. With the world, yes, but especially with the people who have been closest to me throughout my life.

395 days!