One week.

That's it. That's all that's left.

Last September the most wonderful man got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Last septemebr I was drowning in a pool of excitement. Last September I was starting my journey of wedding planning bliss.

And now it's here -- and I'm still just as excited; if not more. The thought of walking down the aisle towards Jon gives me instant butterflies. The kind that flutter around in your stomach until it hurts. I love that before my Dad gives me away, I get to spend those precious few minutes with him. Every single piece of the wedding day has played over and over in my mind, trying to paint an image. But I know that nothing I imagine will come close to what I'll experience.

It's still so surreal to me that I'm getting married. I'm going to call Jon my husband...and I'll be his wife. I almost feel like I'm saying goodbye to my childhood. It's a strange, yet exciting feeling.

I look back on this last year remembering how every time I would turn the calendar page, it seemed like a lifetime until the September page could be turned. I remember talking about the wedding day like it was years away. I remember when I first fell in love with my dress. It's been sitting in my closet, patiently waiting to be worn.

It's been an unforgettable year and I have loved every minute of it. Sunday is my birthday, but I can promise you that I'll be spending it finishing last minute wedding stuff. I got an early birthday gift from Jon; a new iPad. It's awesome, and has been keeping me very entertained. This last week will be a busy one and I'm hoping to remain sane during it all.

Happy Friday night!