So, I'm getting married in three weeks. Holy shit, you know? I'm so excited and scared and still in disbelief that three weeks from now, I'm going to be somebody's wife. Fortunately my soon to be husband is the most awesome man on the planet, so I don't feel the urge to run screaming for the hills. It's just I've only seen one or two good marriages in my entire life, so somewhere in me is the same kid who sat in the passenger seat of my moms car while ex-husband number two tried to physically prevent us from driving away (and consequently was almost run over on several occasions.) The same kid who saw a very intelligent, beautiful and capable aunt constantly mistreated by a blowhard with very archaic ideas about marriage and family. I've seen a lot of big fights, and those experiences don't ever leave you. But fortunately the only thing about this situation that reminds me of those things is the word marriage, because my relationship with Fuzzy couldn't look any more different. We don't fight, really. I mean, we bicker, but it never lasts more than, say, five minutes. We respect each other, we communicate with each other, we are best friends. I don't just love him, I really really like him, like that one great friend of yours that you're always itching to hang out with. We have so much fun together, and I know I can talk to him about anything at all. I have faith in us because in all my life I've never known another couple that works as well as we do.
So holy shit, all of my favorite people are going to be getting here really soon. I can't wait to see all of them, but it's going to be overwhelming, because I'm going to be wanting to spend so much time with each individual person, each of my friends, catching up and all of that. Not to mention Fuzzy's family, I am so excited to meet them all.
It's just all so... big. Much too big for three or four days, it just feels like it's going to be insane and I won't even have time to process it all.