All but a handful of invitations are in the mail. Some have already arrived at their destinations.

I had no part in the choice of the invitations, their assembly, their coloring, etc. I had only minor input on the wording. Emily and her mother chose the invitations, and they are wonderful. Emily and her matron of honor assembled the invitations. Emily stuffed them in envelopes, put the addresses on them and did the rest. I had the easiest part. Good thing, too, since they look wonderful, and I could have done nothing but mess stuff up. All I did was put the stamps on them and put a few into a mailbox. If your invitation arrived, and the stamps were not aligned correctly, that’s my fault. I’m sorry.

Emily and her sister-in-law, Jess, worked up a rough schedule for the wedding. I’m glad Jess is helping out, since I never really thought about half of the stuff or the amount of time to allot for things. I figured, “Say stuff, get married, eat cake, dance, leave, done.” but there are things like pictures, and letting people gather to see the cake cutting (do we need special cake-cutting implements, or would an electric chainsaw suffice) that I didn’t think about.  I’m glad someone else is thinking about these things.

We sat down with our DJ this morning and talked about things that must be played and things that must not be played. They agreed with our choices, and commented on how organized we were. I can only say that if we came off as organized, everyone else must be a total wreck, because I certain don’t feel organized.

The cake is taken care of. The music is taken care of. Dresses, tuxes, venue… Taken care of. Rings are taken care of. Not much stuff left to do.

Except for all the things still left to do. I don’t know what those things are, but I know they’re out there. Waiting. Watching.