I am getting married in 10 and a half weeks. Holy crap.

I'm not nervous in the least. Sure, I'm getting the typical anxiety dreams and such, but they're never about cold feet or Tom forgetting to show up or something. No, they're about things that would NEVER happen. Like my niece saying she just didn't feel like being the flower girl anymore. Or Tom and I getting lost in the hotel and missing our own ceremony. Or our photographers getting pissed off because I did not look model-y enough to be a bride.

Shit, what if any of those things DID actually happen?

The most amazing thing is how sneakily the date is sneaking up on us. Tom and I recently celebrated five years of being together. It was a great milestone to reach. However, the whole night was just an example of how much we've grown as a couple. I felt like we slinked through the ODS building without a stumble, floating through as if we could each anticipate the next step of the other. We held hands without looking at them ahead of time. Stealing a kiss in the elevator, catching a drink at the bar, and sighing with content at the view from the thirtieth floor all went without a hitch or a second thought at what the other may be doing next.

And now we're getting married. I just don't think things will change all that much between us when we get back home. It's a big party for our family and friends, and an excuse to vacation nicely in Denver. And after that? We'll go back to coming back to the apartment after work, taking our respective places in the living room (me on the couch, Tom on the recliner) and checking out some of our shows on the TV while eating whatever concoction we felt like whipping up that night. Correct me if I'm wrong - I think this is already marriage. The rest is just paperwork.

Maybe after we get married, we can frame the paperwork and hang it somewhere to remind ourselves of this change in our relationship that I'm very excited about and yet don't forsee as much of a change. Anyone have any insights?