11 days.

Holy crap.

I feel like there's so much left to do. We have to do our programs, gift tags, find a videographer, write thank you cards, get Sean completely moved into my apartment, clean up his apartment, get our apartment in working condition before we leave, get packed to leave, pay our rent, pay our family plan cell phone line, get to our homes in one piece.

It's so crazy. I'm so ready. I'm ready for him to be my husband. I'm ready for him to crawl into bed next to me at night. I want him to come home to me. And I'm starting to get it now that he's moving in. But I don't want to spend my next Christmas away from him. I want to wake up Christmas morning and open presents with him.

But I will settle with being his roommate until December 30.