There's nothing like the sweet giggles of a baby to warm the cockles of your heart. It's been sweltering in our apartment for the last couple of weeks, so each window is open to max capacity all day and all night. We hear a lot of interesting things—crows that sound like they're strangling cats, car alarms, lovers quarrels, people belching, cats meowing, our neighbour piping away ever so irritatingly on her recorder—so it's always nice when the sound floating through the window is a pleasant one.
Yes, there's nothing quite like the laughter of a small child to make me smile and calm my nerves, which have been frayed by the final days of wedding planning. Seventeen days, to be exact. Seventeen days of ribbon tying, cardstock cutting, decision making, organizing, and the never-ending emails that haunt me in my sleep. I finally understand why everyone says planning a wedding is so stressful. But take my word for it, it's only as stressful as you make it. I keep working away on these projects, thinking DI-Y the hell am I doing this? Why? Because deep down I love the frenetic pace of wedding planning and minutia that make the wedding day distinctly your own. And I don't think I've ever been so excited for anything in my life.
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