For as momentous an occasion as this is, the weeks leading up to it have their own events and related stress. Today I performed in a Brooklyn Symphony Orchestra concert. This week I have three nights of elementary school concerts, then we're flying back to the Midwest for a week with our families and some last minute wedding prep. With everything else going on it's almost hard to remember how big of a deal this really is.
13 days, 12 hours, 9 minutes.
I've already told a handful of classes at school that when we return from our winter break in January they will be calling me by a new name. The youngest ones are excitedly trying out the new name, seeing how it feels on their tongue and proving to themselves they can remember what I've told them. The older students - girls in particular - understand what the name change means and have also started calling me by the name I won't officially use for another 13 days, 12 hours, and 30 minutes (or so). It makes me smile every time.
I can't really figure out why I'm writing this at...[checking clock]...1:06 in the morning. Maybe it's just a way of telling myself that there's a reason I can't fall asleep. Or maybe I'm just awake enough to be thinking of everything that has to get done but too tired to coherently do anything about it. Whatever the case, the fact remains:
I'm getting married.
This is happening.
13 days, 12 hours.
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