OPINION
Well here we are, right in the middle of wedding mania. In a couple of days, I won't be young, free and single anymore.
I'll be an old married woman.
Now, I don't want to get too morbid on the subject, but I've found recently that I have been so consumed with all of the pretty little details of the wedding (by the way, Pretty Little Details here in Hawke's Bay make the most amazing wedding cakes), that I really haven't stopped to think about the fact that I will soon be someone's wife!
It feels weird. I can't imagine Ben saying "I would like to introduce you to my wife", I'll be looking over my shoulder thinking who is he talking to? And the same goes for introducing him as my husband. My husband?! It's getting serious!