I’m getting married in August. It’s only three months away. Still, I can’t wait.

When I first got engaged to Molly, the advice I heard most often from friends and family alike was to nod and smile. My friends who were already married or who were engaged themselves all told me that the wedding day is a much bigger deal to Molly than it will ever be to me, so I should be ready to agree with her, to help when needed, and to (most importantly) stay out of Molly’s way when I’m not needed.

It isn’t that I don’t care about the wedding day – quite the contrary, I am very excited about our plans for a wonderful celebration. But Molly has been thinking about her wedding day since she was a little girl, whereas I’ve thought about it only since December. She has a better idea of what would make her happy, and I want to go along with almost anything that makes her happy.

So far, the four months or so since our engagement have seen me standing back and letting Molly do all the work. But we’ve finally reached the end of the calm before the storm. In the next three months, there are a lot of things that have to be done in order to make this thing work. And last night I received my marching orders.

Molly sent to me a list of things that I need to do to be helpful with the planning. Rather than be upset about being told what to do, I was ready to jump at the chance to help out. She’s been doing such a good job on her own so far, that now I want to make sure I can help with at least a few things.

I only hope I don’t screw up my tasks too badly.