One week until the big day.
One week until I’m Mrs Huck.
One week until I’m a wife.
One week until I have a husband.
Bloody hell, it’s all a bit grown up. I’m on the verge of hysterical excitement every time I think about next Saturday. I’ve had little butterflies thinking about our wedding day for the past month. They’re now more like enormous tiger moths rather than tiny butterflies. The build up is like Christmas and I am loving every minute of it. Here’s to next Saturday! As for now, I’m about to enjoy my last week as Rebecca Carville.
(Also, fully loving that our calendar slogan this month is ‘new beginnings.’ Totally fitting.)