I've had my first official wedding nightmare.
Last week, I dreamt that J and I had our wedding, and the officiant - not R, the badass that's going to marry us like no one's ever seen* - didn't go through the whole "for better or worse" mumbo and didn't even ask us to each say "I Do". I spent the remainder of the celebration crying. Like, balling crying. What a waste.
So here's to many more anxiety-induced nightmares and to getting the damn thing straight during the ceremony.
*Ha, sike. We haven't really discussed our ceremony plans yet, but R being the great friend that he is is going to make it really special if only because it's him marrying us and not some rando. No pressure, R.
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