Mother Goose gets hitched

So fancy my amusement at finally, after all these years of quacking and querying, Mother Goose decides to get hitched, to a pretty decent boy-duck. The same boy-duck that has stuck around for about 7 years, while Mother Goose was trying to figure out just exactly what she wanted in life.
While she was looking for the glammar, and searching for "The One", she appeared to have stumbled upon a little treasure that turned out slightly more important than what she realised at the time.

And now, Mama Quack stands, with 2 weeks and 3 days lying ahead, in front of a precipice of sorts as she embarks on what is, probabably thus far anyway, the most important journey of her life.
The dress is sorted, the venue is booked, the menu has been given the thumbs up. Her To-Do list grows by the hour, as she keeps thinking of the little things that still need to be done. Ribbon for this, marmalade for that. Guestbook here, nail varnish on that. Its mad - but she continues, because she knows that time does not stand still for anyone, no matter how important they think (she thinks) they (she) are (is).

Not only is the greatness of what she's about to do, lying in her little pond, but she's about to jump to another pond, filled with other types of ducks and geese, and although her boy-duck goes with her, the nerves that are, lie and wait and manifest themselves in the form of carrot cake and pinotage wine.