So I actually did it. I booked the reception hall. I am freaking out but I just keep telling myself it's all going to fall into place now. I am both breathing a big sigh of relief but at the same time I feel a new weight has been dropped onto my shoulders. Don't get me wrong - I can’t wait. It just seems like Josh and I are the only two that are really excited about our wedding.

Like when we got engaged it seemed like no one was excited. We got a ton of “But you’re so young,” and “Why? You are still in college” All I know is that we are happy and ready to take the next step.

We have been together for two and a half years. I can’t see my life without him in it. He is the one that I first think about when I wake up, when something exciting happens I call first, the one that can look at me and know just what I am thinking, the one that knows me almost better than I know myself.

And we have known for months we wanted to have our reception at the IACC. We know it is going to be expensive, but you only get one wedding (or at least your only SUPPOSED to have one wedding). And with us house sitting this winter we are going to be able to save up a lot of money. And his father is chipping in some and my dad is chipping in some and my mother (who should be considered a saint) is doing all the flowers, decorations, invitations and helping with the favors. Thank god she has the job she has so we can save money.

And thank god for our family friends – Jimmy with the DJ services and Paula with the flower help and hopefully Joe will come through with his connection for the church, and maybe Frank with the limos, and Patty with the travel bookings, and Father Bill with the officiating and Pammi with the restaurant with the space to make our super-awesome favors. I couldn’t be more thankful for my family and friends.

Everything is pretty much planned out. It’s just a matter of setting it all into motion and I think now that the date is set and the reception hall is booked it’ll be easier. After all, almost everyone has planned one and now it’s just my turn. Heck, if I can stand Josh for two years and still want to marry him, planning a wedding should be nothing.