You're invited

As I was walking to the post office this morning, holding a cradboard box that contained 95 invitations, two thoughts kind of hit me like a ton of bricks.

The first was that if I dropped this box in a puddle, I have wasted nearly $550.

The second was that I am really getting married.

This is the party invite. People are going to respond and mark their calandars. This is the real deal now.

As if the other things didn't clue me in.

I don't know. Something about dropping these off -- it feels very surreal. The calligrapher, I must say, did an amazing job. I almost hate to get rid of them.

But I did. They are in the mail. Now comes that really annoying part of waiting for people to respond. The people who have been through this before are typically the ones who respond first, cause, well, they get it.

My mom and I decided a long time ago they we're not tracking anyone down. No response, no dinner. It's that simple.

It really is. Let the waiting begin.