All the feels.
Jumpsuit/Shoes (roomies... what's new)/Necklace (gifted).
I realize that this is a lot of blue for one post. But I also realize that this is the comfiest jumpsuit I've ever worn so everything is better. Like the Wayfair commercials. Except it doesn't ship free. *Ba dum shhhh* (my own onomatopoeia of the comedy symbol clash, if you couldn't already tell).
It's January 11th and I'm having small freak outs as of late. Meaning that when you realize there are only 3 more months until you're married it's alllllll the feels you guys. In the best way mostly. The butterflies that just pop up because your new 2016 planner has your wedding date to write all the hearts and kissy lips on. And because you remember that there's only 90 more days of him having to drive you back home every evening and the goodbyes will finally be over. Dreams.
And then there are also the feels of "We have no idea where we're living because his dental school stuff is in the air, and do we look for apartments here or no? Also I really have no preference about fish or chicken for the rehearsal dinner because I just wanna marry him already but let's just do both to be safe I guess." I'm smiling as I type these silly frantic thoughts though, because even in those few moments I'm not stressed. I'm relieved... I get to marry C. And that's all that I care about when April 24th comes around.