Last night I dreamed that it was time for me to walk down the aisle, but I couldn’t find my mascara and I wasn’t ready yet. All the guests were assembled, standing in front of their rows of white chairs on the lawn of the small vineyard, peering around expectantly. In my small dressing room inside the barn, I was dashing around, frantically trying to find my mascara and fix my hair.

Having wedding stress dreams can only mean one thing: that R and I are two months away from our wedding and so we’re knee-deep in booking vendors, searching for table runners and mason jars, picking hymns for the ceremony, and thinking about what kind of cake(s) we should have.