Old vs. New

In the old days, I would be a blithering idiot by now. Or a complete and utter bitch.
Back then I would have freaked out that Leif's big ol' finger has a very big chance of NOT having a ring for our wedding day.
Back then I would be crushed if I didn't invite a friend to my wedding, and she got slightly hurt by it.
Back then I'd be worried about how everyone else felt about my 6-day engagement.

Today, I realize that when Leif said, "I'm not marrying a ring, I'm marrying you" he meant it. And it's going to be fine.
Today, I realize that not EVERY friend can be invited to a small, on the fly wedding ceremony, but they can party like a rockstar with us in the spring when we have our "wedding reception/open house."
Today, I don't give a rip what anyone thinks about planning a wedding in 6 days.

Our day is going to rock. We're going to be surrounded by family and friends and love and all that gooey crap.

It's a new day. Yay!

The day my life changed...

November 1, 2010

He proposed.



Whaaaaaaaaa?

I mean, I always knew it would happen. And we'd been talking about it pretty seriously for the last couple months. But never, EVER did I expect to find a ring, in a brownie, at our local sushi place. Never did I think I would burst into tears in the middle of a crowded restaurant with the waitress and hostess grinning at me from ear to ear. And never, ever did I expect to look into his tear-filled eyes and not even have to answer the question that was never really asked.

It was amazing. The ring is amazing. The man is amazing. And our wedding (on Saturday, 11/6/2010 ... 3 days from now) will be amazing.

I can't wait to be his wife.

Again, life is good.