I told them that I think a lot of people get carried away planning their wedding and forget to plan for their marriage. Mr. A and I, on the other hand, are the opposite. With all that we’ve been processing with the whole falling-in-love-opps-we-are-having-a-baby thing we have been intensely focused on preparing ourselves for our marriage. We have determined where we think we’re going to have conflict, we’ve talked about how we’re going to deal with conflict, we’ve tackled finances, we’ve debated household tasks, and listed what we both need to feel loved and valued. We are trying to set ourselves up to succeed in our marriage. Maybe because we know that we cannot possibly know the extent of what we’re getting into marrying each other, I feel like we’ve intensely focused on figuring out whatever we can. We’ve been trying to build a foundation that can withstand the storms that are sure to come.
Tomorrow I want to forget all about that stuff.
I want tomorrow to be magical. I want to be so excited tonight that I can hardly sleep. I want to get butterflies tomorrow morning while Erin and I get ready. I want to feel beautiful. I want to fall even more in love with Mr. A when I see his face light up the first time he sees me in my wedding dress. I want to hold back tears (or not) while I look into Mr. A’s eyes and say my vows. I want to take pictures with him after our wedding being only semi-aware that anyone else is even there because I’ll be to busy staring at his face and pinching myself for being lucky enough to get him for keeps. I want to sit with my new husband, my bestie, and her husband and toast to love; the kind of love that does not happen often but happened to us. I want to snuggle up to him as we fall asleep tomorrow night and hear him whisper “I love you wifey”.
I cannot wait for tomorrow.