breathe.

I keep reminding myself to just breathe. I feel like I'm going a million miles a minute (very pleasing alliteration!), staying up way too late trying to fit more hours into the day, crashing into bed, getting up, and doing it all again. Well, I feel like that because it's what's actually happening. So it's accurate at least.

But when I have a few seconds to collect my thoughts, I realize that everything I'm doing is exactly what I want to be doing: I'm working hard at a job that is fulfilling, trying to make a home out of a rented apartment, and getting ready for the first day of my married life with my best friend. I'm lucky to have a to-do list comprised of those things, and when I take time to breathe, I remember that.



I'm also incredibly grateful to have such an army of family and friends rallying around us to help make our day wonderful. What did we ever do to deserve such generosity?? [My hunch is "nothing" - but we'll do our best to do the same for them. Three cheers for friends.]