Adventures of Amy and Momoh

How do you measure a month? In the sunrises or in the sunsets? In the moments that give you pause? In the deep breaths that calm your thoughts? In deadlines and due dates? Or maybe even in the number of sleeps until you become a wife? Just me on that last one, eh? Okay.

I’m excited to be counting down the number of *days* instead of the number of months. There are still things we need to do, of course, as there will always probably seem to be something on the list, but we are getting closer. I’m busy booking hair and makeup for my girls, organizing catering, figuring out finishing touches, and doing wedding “stuff” whenever I’m not working… shh, don’t tell anyone, I’m supposed to be working right now, but I’m taking a mental break to write this instead! It’s still writing, right?

Momoh is cleaning his place and giving away furniture like he’s moving to Wyoming tomorrow. I’m a little afraid of where we will sit when I visit him in June – my friends suggested I bring a camp chair and I just might have to at this rate! Honestly, though, I think maybe he’s counting the number of sleeps in the number of things he is giving away. One thing a day. I won’t even be mad about sitting on the floor! What that means to me is that we are both SO excited to be starting this new chapter where we get to be together all the time – living together, doing the daily things, just being in the same spaces – that these 31 sleeps are going to go by in the blink of an eye. By the time June 20 rolls around, Momoh might wish that he had given that couch away already so we would be free to drive off into the sunset as soon as we finished saying, “I do” instead of listening to me and holding onto it a little longer.

One month. 31 sleeps. 31 sunrises. 744 hours. One million little tasks.

ONE. BIG. DAY. ❤

-xo- Amy