71.

We are now at 71 days until the wedding.

My bridesmaids are busily planning the bridal shower (which takes place on September 10).
That same day, Jake and his aunt are going shopping for his suit. Gulp.
That's when things get real in my head.

See, I've always been a planner. For everything.
I like to plan out every eventuality in my head so that when a situation arises, I am prepared.

So me having wedding plans in process and having a dress and shoes and be talking about the wedding is nothing new. I've been doing that for years -- even saying, "Oh, honey, we should [do or have this] or play [this song] at our wedding" is nothing new: Jake has heard that for nearly the last decade.

But when you throw in someone else making decisions and actually buying things, that's when it becomes real for me.

Yes, my last post was about my friends buying their bridesmaids dresses, but I am convinced that they love me enough that they'd have done that even if the wedding was still another six years away.

Well, maybe they would have.

And, anyone who knows Jake, will know that he doesn't usually do things until he nearly has no time left to do them. So the fact that there are only days (like a little over two weeks) until he goes to find a suit means that time is almost up. We are almost ready to walk down the aisle.

Or at least that's what his shopping trip is triggering in me, based on his history.

And if I know him, he'll probably not commit to find something on the 10th, but just start "gathering ideas" -- even though, really, there is very little time left.
Not that the world will run out of dark gray suits any time soon, but he doesn't understand that if there is tailoring that needs to happen, or pressing that needs to happen, or ordering that needs to happen, those things take time. And ours is not the only event happening in the next few months; stores and tailors and shipping companies will be busy with other orders and other events, and I'm afraid he'll run out of time. Or make a rash decision because he feels time crunch.

We still have unfinished crafts laying around our apartment in various states of completion. It's all a matter of my commitments freeing up. I have already off-loaded three crafts, one each to my bridesmaids, and I don't want to give them anything else to do. That would make me feel crappy.

Oh well.

If it gets done, great. If not, great.
The important thing is that I'm marrying Jacob on November 5 and that's the only important things. The rest is trivial.