Forgive me if this post turns to Ramble City, USA. I'm not sure exactly what I want to say, but I feel like I want to say something. Or I should. Or something.
I am getting married tomorrow. Well, it's 1:12am, so technically I am getting married today. It's the most surreal feeling. I told my dad tonight that I'm as ready as I'll ever be, that I think you can only be 95% ready until you've already done the thing.
Ari called me his wife today. I turned into a little gooey mess of girly loveitude. Really, honestly, I love the "stuff" that goes with my wedding, but I am ready for my marriage already. It's not about my beautiful dress or lovely flowers (that my mom, friend Ros and I have slaved over for the last 2 days) or the dancing or the cake. It's about this wonderful, incredible, perfectly imperfect person who has chosen to love me and let me love him back. Ari, Baby, I can't wait to stand in front of all the people I love and tell them why I'm yours.
I have this song stuck in my head.
It's going to be a good day. I can't wait. Married.