SHE'S getting married...

on May 19th. Yes, The moment I have looked forward to, to help plan, for 26 years. The moment my husband has been dreading for 26 years.
It's an odd feeling. While I am so beyond thrilled and extaticly happy for her, this is the final moment in being forced to accept that your first born is grown.
It's like that scene in the remake of Father of the Bride when Steve Martin looks at his daughter at the dinner table and she reverts (in his mind) back to being about 6 saying "I've met a man, I fell in love, and we're getting maaaaarried".
The fun, fabulous, exciting task of planning the wedding is upon us.
9 months and counting. Heather and I are flying to Portland today to put in some quality wedding planning time for the weekend with Lindsey.  We're going to go see the White House Bed and Breakfast where we are having the wedding and reception. We're going to meet "Lanning" the wedding planner, who I spoke with on the phone, and I envision to be very much like Franck Eggelhoffer in Father of the Bride (without the accent) We are going wedding gown shopping. WEDDING GOWN SHOPPING! Can you believe it?!  Her Daddy can't.