Wahhhh

Blurb my brain:
I was so excited for my day off. So excited. I had plans to go do that photo shoot, and get McDonald's, and then meet with the church, and instead I had to reschedule the shoot, cleaned out Pickles, then went to a meeting for the church, changed the Tux colors, and spoke to Fiancé.

I wish my ring were in. I got the two soldered together, so I get to wear it when it comes in. Or maybe I should resist the urge to. I had been wearing a different ring in its place, but it was too tight and so in my sleep I took it off. It's on my bed, trapped between the covers somewhere.

We are in the one of the final countdowns. 45 days left. Then there's 30. Then 10. Then a week. And finally the days before. Naturally the stress is running high. I would be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out. not in the cold feet, backing out way. I am freaking out in the "oh my god I am getting married to someone, oh my god it's right around the corner, oh my god I am going to spend eternity with a single person" kind of way. Not a part of me wants to turn, just for clarification, I just think the reality of it is hitting me. Took me 5 months but I am finally there.

Fiancé is a bit stressed as well, because he is in the final stages of moving. As I told him today, moving is stressful enough without figuring out how to add your new wife into the move. So it's just so weird for both of us to be going insane at the same time. Normally one of us is down to earth.

Odd as it is, it's strangely comforting that we are going through this. Even in the darkest of times, the fire of our love is still burning. It makes me confident I have found the right person to spend forever with.