Is it awful to admit...

that these days, more often than not, I just want the wedding to be over and the honeymoon to begin?

I'm just so sick of talking about the guest list and the butlered hors d'oeuvres and seating charts and escort cards and song selections and toasts. I just want to be on the airplane, sitting next to my husband, sipping a glass of wine. I just want to eat pasta in Tuscany and drive the Amalfi coast and take a cruise to Capri. And take a photo like this one. Is that so wrong? Am I normal?

Photo by Emily of cupcakesandcashmere.