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4 Days and 4 Nights.

Yeah, I get married in 4 days.



Just when I get swept up in making details and tying boutonnières and arranging for incoming flights and managing my utterly psychotic caterers, I have a night like last night where time stands still and I have to say good night to Dan 4 different times because the first 3 weren’t sufficient. That’s why you get married.


The dress is nice, too.

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Karen said…
4 days!!!!

That deserves more exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you!!!!!!!!!!
July 26, 2010 at 1:12 PM
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