Further adventures in preparation for matrimony

Apparently, we have to make an appointment to see a registrar about eight weeks before the wedding, to pay our fees, and talk through vows and the like. After about a million years on hold, I get through to someone who takes my name, the wedding date and location, and looks me up.

"You're getting married at three?"
"Yes"
"To Mr L?"
"Yes"

I'm getting married at three, to Mr L! Why do these innocent questions make it feel for a second more real and more exciting than months of preparations and talking have? I'm getting married in less than two months time, at three in the afternoon, to Mr L!

Having confirmed these details, the appointment is made.

"It's with Val"
"Is she the one we'll actually have?
"Yes"

Our registrar is called Val! The person who will be marrying us exists enough to have a name!

I know I'm getting carried away (Heh. Possibly in the 'they're coming to take me away, haha, heehee' sense), but almost all of the stuff we've done so far is effectively window-dressing. It's this legal stuff that actually matters, that is the most important part of the day. At this meeting, with Val, we'll settle on the words we will use to make our legal contract with each other. It's scary and exciting stuff.