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Tag: joy

Die Schönheit des Alltags

Ich liebe stinknormalen Alltag.
Ich liebe es zu wissen, was auf mich zukommt.
Ich liebe die Regularität des normalen Unterrichts nach Jahren des Hin- und Her.
Ich liebe beruhigende Gewissheit, wie mein morgiger Tag sein wird, und der danach.
Ich liebe es, dass ich wenig Termine im Kalender hab, und so mehr freie Räume in meinem Kopf.
Ich liebe die schönen Gedanken, die sich in den freien Räumen entwickeln.
Ich liebe es, dass es denen, die ich liebe, gut geht, und ich sorgenfrei mal nicht ans Telefon gehen kann, wenns mir grad nicht passt.
Ich liebe es, zu telefonieren, wenn ich Zeit hab und Platz ist für Gelächter u Gossip.
Ich liebe es, dass ich nur das plane, was ich mag, und sonst planlos in meine freie Zeit starte.
Ich liebe es, wenn ich in Ruhe housewifen kann und nach getaner Arbeit mein Sofa mich freudig empfängt.
Ich liebe es, mit meinem Mann nix bestimmtes zu machen, und es in vollen Zügen zu genießen.
Ich liebe es, spontan was auszumachen, weil ich Lücken im Kalender habe.
Ich liebe es, täglich Zeit im Zug zu verbringen und zu träumen oder zu bloggen.

Ich liebe es, dieses Leben.

Silly kisses and sunny thoughts

Our summer wedding, icluding a free wedding ceremony and reception, will take place soon.

Everything is set. The guest list, the venue, the menu, the hotelroom, a live duo and a dj, flowers and decorations and… oh yes, I have a beautiful dress and it fits. 🙂 The guests are looking forward to it, and so do we.
All the points on our to do lists have been ticked off, together. (the ones we could think of – dunno if we forgot anything? I guess we will find out soon 😉 )Now it seems there is not much more left to do than counting the days.

Several times I have been asked: are you nervous?

No. Not at all.
I can’t wait.
I can’t wait to go to the hairdresser with my mum, to walk down the aisle with my dad, and to say YES to my husband (since March) again. I can’t wait for my sister to smile at me when I am nervous, and chat meaningless stuff to calm me down. She does that well!

I can’t wait to see his face when we say YES. Hell, I can’t wait to see his face every day of our time here on earth.
I can’t wait to speak our self-written vows, to dance our dance/ choreo, to laugh and celebrate with friends and family.
I can’t wait for the small moments during the day, when I look at him and he at me, and the crowds won’t exist and there will be just him and me.
I can’t wait to become his wife surrounded by the ones that brought us up and the ones being part of our journey; I can’t wait to kiss him.

Why would I be nervous?
It’s not the wedding I wanted and dreamed of. It is the promise it symbolizes, the belief in a future and in something bigger than him and me.

And that promise he’s been giving me every day since we’ve met, as have I.

So no. I am not nervous. I am full of joy. I am giddy and can barely stand still. I wanna dance. I wanna cuddle. I want huge hugs and silly kisses. I can’t wait.