Getting Ready

This is the part of the day where everything is technically fine, but also absolutely, cosmically unhinged.

It’s the calm before the storm… except the calm is someone ironing a shirt on the floor while someone else cries over toast and someone's nan is doing her lipstick in a rearview mirror.

And it's beautiful because it's real. You're not a bride yet, or a groom. You're just... you.
Standing on the edge of something massive, still just a human, trying to figure out where your socks went.

And that’s the good stuff. That’s what I’m here for. The lovely weird truth of it all, exactly as it happened.