Mawage...

Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...

I sometimes feel like our upcoming nuptials are all I talk about. Then I think, hey you don't really talk to anyone here so you have full right to blog about it. Mike, as you know, proposed on the fourth of July. Well, it's mid-November already and I can't believe it. On the day he proposed we had exactly one year and one month until our set date. Now, we only have eight and a half months until our wedding.

It has been so exciting for us. and time has quickly slipped by. Being apart makes it very difficult. And by difficult I mean I get cranky after long periods of not seeing him, i.e. the four month separation until Christmas, and not being able to enjoy our time together as an engaged couple. Difficulties aside, it also makes our wedding day that much more spectacular. I am marrying the most wonderful man on August 4th.

I don't often have time to sit and think about the stature of this event. How grand and life changing it all is. Sometimes if I catch myself daydreaming, I snap back and think "We're getting married!" ala Carrie Bradshaw intonation, hand gestures and all (see, I love my sex and the city). I find myself not really grasping all that I'm planning. We have the florist, the photographer, the color scheme, the chapel, the reception site, the bridal party chosen, and my pastor. I know what we're doing for the invitations, the escort cards, the centerpieces, the favors, the wine, the music, etc. Very rarely though does it hit me that I am planning our wedding. OUR WEDDING! *gush* But when I realise, my day is marked by elation and extreme "ants in the pants lets get married" emotions.

Michael is just as excited, though he's very cool and collected, very "mannish" about it. And that's perfectly alright. He is the more levelheaded one in our relationship. So, I am planning this great thing that is the ceremony and reception. It will be a time that will be all about the bride and groom, but more importantly, will be about the friends and family that brought us to the point where we could make that lifelong commitment to each other. I'm going to marry this man, grow up with this man, have children with this man (darn cute babies), and be with this man until we die.

I'm going to be a mess on our wedding day. If I hold back the tears it will be nothing short of a miracle. I love him. Simply.