I'll be married.  It's now nearly midnight EST, on March 26, turning into March 27.  The ceremony is from 11:30 a.m. to noon on March 28.

Crazy.

Even crazier, things are coming together.  My dress is hanging in its bag outside my bedroom door, next to Eric's tux.

Last night, I made the programs, a formality since I'm not having a wedding in a place of worship and there won't be any prayers.  They came out great, though, matching the invitations, listing the people involved, and the readings and music.

Today I made our unity candle and tapers, from candles I found at Michaels, ribbons I got at Hallmark, paper I ordered for the programs, and - oddly - mini silk roses I'd been keeping around for years, "just in case" I ever needed them.  After all this time, I needed them.  The mind boggles.

Tomorrow morning, we do a few more things around here, and then it's off to the airport to pick up a friend who's flying in from Mississippi.  I haven't seen her since last March, in New Orleans, just before I met Eric.

The bridesmaids have their dresses, the seating cards are done, arrangements have been made for me to get to the venue, and the pets will be taken care of while we're in Ireland.

The strangest thing about all of this... is that I'm not freaking out.