70 Days.

Wow...it's amazing that we are in count-down mode already...70 days until the Dominican!

Things are moving right along...not without some headaches though. Maybe it's my personality, or maybe it's the fact that I've been planning meetings for extremely demanding people for the last 8 years, but I have not been happy with the way things have gone with our travel agent. Most of the few who read my blog are going on the trip so I hesitate to complain too much - for fear you might think something will be messed up! Rest assured, nothing will fall through the cracks - but it doesn't come without a lot of hand holding for our agent.

I've never been told by anyone that I am too detailed, too attentive, or too concerned with a positive outcome....(don't most people want those qualities?!). But after the last two days, that is exactly what I've been told (in so many words) by not only our travel agent, but also her manager.

I think I am the anti - bridezilla. I'm not fretting over the color of flower-girl dresses or bridesmaid shoes, I don't care what color shirt Mike wears, or if he has a tie or not, I don't know what song Mike & I will dance to or how the order of the reception will go. We don't have a plan for a cake or flowers, I'm not stressed if it will rain and I don't even know if I'll want to take time out of the sun to get a manicure on our wedding day. But even though I feel so completely laid back with all of the wedding planning, our travel agent and her manager still have the ability to make me feel like I am too involved, too worried and too bridezilla-like. How can that be?

A destination wedding is supposed to be fun - and avoid all of the stresses of a traditional wedding. Perhaps that could be true if you have a travel agent that truly understands you and your group. But that has not been the case for us. I've tried for many months to defend the agent - mostly to Mike, of all people. He's had a feeling the whole thing was on the verge of falling apart since the beginning. But I assured him I would make sure everything would be perfect. "I'm a planner. I know how these things work. There are always glitches but everything will work out. Just trust me.". I still believe those things, but now I know the only way I can promise everything will work out is to know every single detail about every single reservation for every single person.

I'm sure things will still go perfectly. Everyone will be happy and the resort will be our own tropical paradise. But I still have a lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach thinking that I won't be sure of it until January 20. Only 70 more days.