It's all happening...

Sunday morning. We spent yesterday at the (plant!) nursery, then gardening (or in LP's case, shoving dirt back and forth and leaving it everywhere). You know, just a usual weekend day, relaxed and happy. We're just entering my favorite time of the year, with the forsythias, hyacinths, and rhododendron in bloom, and our first tulips opening on this very day. I am making my daily rounds, checking on the progress of the rhubarb, the hydrangeas, the raspberry bushes, the lilacs, the peonies, and being amazed at how fast everything is growing right now!

But something is not entirely usual. I check on our dresser and there are two ring boxes, as well as a big flower headpiece. There's a big crate, full of little favor trinkets for the kids. There, a bag with tablecloths (made from the leftover fabric from my sash), paper napkins, a guestbook, containers for flowers... Giant paper pompoms in one corner. Three formal outfits already laid out on hangers, waiting to be steamed next week. Little Chinese take-out boxes, all neatly piled up. A very cheesy-looking folder containing all the paperwork... I hear LP in the living room with his dad, and in his little child's voice he's saying: " Ça c'est pour le mariage, pour le mariage..." (This is for the wedding...)

In two weeks we're getting married.

Right during this glorious period of the year, for me to remember each spring that comes by for the rest of my life.