Wow. We only have one month to go. There’s still a lot of work to do, but I’m confidant that it will all pull together just the way it’s supposed to do. Most of the major work is already finished and now I’m working on the tedious little things. My two biggest concerns are getting everything coordinated for all of our out of town guests (which most are)…arrivals, departures, good directions… and getting a good head count for my caterers. I’m very glad that so many people have responded by card and am a bit jumpy about some of the people that haven’t (like family members).
We have an apartment. It’s expensive and on the tiny side, but we do have a place to live while both Kyle and I are in school this fall. We’ll be packing everything up and moving after the honeymoon. My mom and biggest little brother are tentatively planning on driving up with us. I haven’t got all of those details smashed out yet but I at least have a tentative schedule and reserved the moving truck.
Pease continue to pray for sanity for myself as we get closer. I’m a very organized person, but its hard to orchestrate properly when you don’t hear from different sections of the group.
Peace and Blessings.
2 thoughts on “One Month Left”
When we were planning our wedding, we were told to assume that 20% of the non-returned RSVP cards will be attendees, and the number was about right. So, if you sent out 100 and recieved back 50, then 20% of the remaining 50 would be 10 extra people to count on. I think we planned a little bigger still, just to be on the safe side.
You and Kyle are going through the same exact experience Eddie and I went through 15 years ago this month. We lived for two months with my mother and father-in-law, and then we packed up and moved to a tiny one-room apartment in family housing at Appalachian State. It wasn’t fancy, but we were so proud, because it was our first place together as man and wife! I was a giddy bride, because Ed and I had waited to get married for over four years. We dated altogther five. The reality of us being on our own occured to me the weekend after we moved into our apartment. My mother and father came and brought the last of our stuff up to us. When they drove off on Sunday the full weight of “I’m a wife!!” hit me. Six months later we moved into a basement apartment and lived below a couple who soon became our “Boone parents.” We visit them to this day, and we have great memories. Those first few years were tight financially, but they were the best quality years we had as we didn’t have the money to pay for things to distract us from each other. Enjoy this time, Kyle and Valerie, it’s truly a time you will always remember.