Condensed

If you made it through my last entry, congratu-freakin'-lations! This post won't be as long-winded, partly because I'm getting married on Friday, and also because DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID? I'M GETTING MARRIED ON FRIDAY. IT'S HAPPENING. YES.

Also, HOORAY FOR ALL CAPS.

Things are going well, I think, despite the fact that I haven't made it to bed any earlier than midnight for the last two weeks and my face is starting to resemble those red dots used to map out cities on a U.S. atlas. Remaining items from last Tuesday's list include wrapping the wedding party gifts, cleaning the apartment, packing, and convincing Luke that a good freak-out to the YMCA is nourishing for the soul, but since that won't happen, I really have only three things to do, and they'll be crossed off tomorrow, so it's all good. However, I still haven't received any volunteers to monitor my AMC recordings; if you're interested, speak up! My ability to witness the murder of Dr. Greg Madden and the life/death balance of Kendall and her unborn son, Spike, is in your hands. Why did I schedule a wedding during May sweeps?!

It's hard to believe I'll be a married woman in just five days. In five days, I'll have a new last name. In five days, it will no longer be appropriate to joke about putting Kiefer Sutherland at the forefront of my top five, and any babies delivered from my womb will officially be legitimate, unless Luke and I are overtaken with passion in the gazebo parking lot right before the ceremony and I become with child (and in that case, I'll be taking Pastor Tim's word we were already married in spirit). Sometimes those thoughts bring a Marmaduke-like grin to my face, and other times they're enough to inspire my insides to buy a one-way ticket straight to the soles of my toes. As much as I love Luke and know in my heart this is the best thing I could ever do, I'm still nervous enough to make myself sick. And realizing not everyone comes down with these pre-wedding jitters makes me even sicker.

So you can understand when the pastor told us on Sunday we were more than welcome to personalize our vows, I was like, thanks but no thanks, because my body is too tired and my stomach is too nauseous to be conjuring any deep insights about life and love.

However, we also took a few minutes to visit the park before heading home, and as we stood on the steps of the gazebo, I imagined myself looking into Luke's eyes and pledging myself to him for the rest of our lives, and I can't even think those words without welling up inside, so Matron of Honor, you better have Kleenex handy, is all I'm saying.

Comments

[Lost a Sock]

How very wonderful for the two of you. We (and I'm so bold as to speak for the entire internet, and, universe) are so very happy for you. Getting married is the cure for those nerves. You walk down that aisle a WIFE and then you'll be just fine. :0)

[Lost a Sock]

Did you get more nervous when I said WIFE, in caps? Cause I got nervous, and I've been a wife for quite some time. Kevin often calls me just "wif," which is much easier. You'll feel much calmer once you're a wif.

[A Light in the Attic]

Oh how very exciting for you-- I can't wait for Friday either:) I will also second what my sister said above. In fact, Kevin calls me his seesta-in-law, because the word implies that he and my sister are married and that in turn gives her the "WIFE" nerves again, so over time, we've just all agreed to shorten it up for the best;)


I kid.... about everything but the name:)

[Fraulein N]

Friday! That's like really soon, right? Seriously though, I'm so excited for you and I hope everything goes just the way you want.

[Will Shannon]

Freak out TO the YMCA?

I think I once had a freak out AT a YMCA...

[Luke]

From someone who used to work in a country line-dancing bar and heard the song several times a night, the YMCA is not good for anyone, no matter what they think when they're drunk.

[Sambo V.]

I love you sister! It's okay to be jittery.