this morning were “Four days.“
(An aside to any of my kids who read this: I’m not trying to be mean about your dad. He is who he is. I got all you great kids out of that situation. However…)
I don’t remember being this excited right before I got married the first time. I’m normally not a Squee type person, but I remember telling people, “I’m getting married next week,” like you’d say, “I have an appointment for a manicure.“
Maybe it was that I didn’t really get to plan any details of my wedding, or maybe, looking back with 20/20 hindsight, I wasn’t marrying someone who made my heart squee, or the right one. I feel a little sorry about that. Maybe sorry I didn’t pick up on my own cues.
But this time I’m all,
“Omigah omigah omigah jjfdadfhkkfdd I’m getting MARRIED ermagerd I get to spend the rest of my life with my friend who smells so great adgjkhfssfghlds mine! ohmigah I just can’t even”
Four more days.