Seven days. One week. Exactly.
In exactly one week, I will be married already. The stress of the day will (hopefully) be gone, and I would
possibly be busy taking pictures somewhere on the venue grounds with Jeanette, and my new husband, before celebrating with all out guests (who I hope are still coming…).
Husband. A word I’m not used to saying.
A word I will have to get used to. And a new surname. A new signature. A new life. A new start. New beginnings. So many new things to get used to.
No, I haven’t practiced a new signature yet. Nor have I written it out a bajillion times to see what it would look like. I guess I will find out when I have the official documentation with me 😉
And in one week and two days we’ll be off to a relaxing island holiday. Sounds like bliss. So much so that I will HAVE to have a minimum amount of cocktails per day to drink. And spend as much time as possible doing nothing, except relax. And maybe snorkel, or order another cocktail.
**As a side note. It might be worth it to mention that tomorrow is also my last working day.**