I AM GETTING MARRIED ON SATURDAY!!!!!
Nurlan's family came with the kuda on Sunday, the sep is ready, mama is crying every day, Talgat came from Almaty, Jyldyz is doing my nails. The toi is at the toikana on the river. 400 people. I am so nervous I can't eat.
I will write after the wedding with ALL the photos, I promise!!! ♥♥♥
We wrote 400 invitations. Four hundred! By hand, with a gold pen, because mama says printed ones are "like a bank letter". My hand now looks like a claw.
Aika addressed 80 of them with her left hand because she had hurt her right in the college lab. Her letters look like a medieval manuscript. I love them.
Who knew a toi needs someone to talk for five hours? A tamada! We've seen four. The first was too loud, the second wanted a lot of money, the third read from a paper, and the fourth — silver hair, a calm voice — said "I won't talk too much, I'll just make sure nobody is bored and nobody is hungry." Papa said "him."
400 people. A hall on the river. A man to keep the hall alive. I am a bit terrified, a bit happy.
I cleaned the flat twice. Mama baked. Papa put on his good shirt. Nurlan's mother came with a box of sweets and sat on the sofa with her hands on her knees, looking at everything. She asked me three questions: "Do you cook?" (yes), "Do you read?" (yes, a lot), "What do you listen to?" (Kök Bel!! I said Kök Bel. I did not say tüntolk.)
Nurlan looked at me from the doorway as if I'd said the right thing. I had said a half-true thing. Same effect.
Tulips from Nurlan. That is all I will say. ♥♥♥
OK one more thing: he likes Kök Bel and not tüntolk. Nobody is perfect.