This has been my mantra of late. Anytime I get stressed or nervous or anxious or frustrated with the wedding, I repeat that over and over again (in a fun little singsong voice) until I feel better. Because no matter how crazy things get, on September 6, Ari and I will be getting on a plane and going here.
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Club Med Turkoise. Everything is already paid for (except tips). Air is booked and they take us to and from the airport. I expect my hardest decision all week to be whether I should drink my pina colada by the beach or the pool. And bonus points for being an adult-only resort. I love kids, I really do, but I don't want to have to deal with them on my honeymoon. Oh yeah, and did I mention I will be doing lots of this?
Only I won't be sticking my ass out like I'm terrified of leaving the board. Shoulders back, hips forward!
Cos they have a flying trapeze there kids. I haven't flown in almost two years and I miss it so badly. I am beyond excited. I really hope the safety belts really are that gold color, because then I will totally pretend I am Wonder Woman.
I am predicting a very good week.