This is it.
I will be married one week from right now.
I will be Mrs. Somebody Else.
My hair is in curlers so we can experiment with how my hair will look for next Saturday.
The plans for final parties and meetings are being discussed. The final purchases are being made.
This is bigger than Christmas. Bigger than any birthday party. Bigger than either junior-senior banquet, bigger than any graduation, bigger than a road trip. Bigger than all of those things.
The best day of my life is seven days away.