In one week I am going to be a wife.
I’ll have a husband.
Seven days from now I am going to marry bestest friend, my lover, my partner, my lost item finder, my supporter, my joke laugher atter, my spider killer, my confidant, my teammate, my protector, my everything.
I’ll officially be a Mrs.
Our rings came in this week, we were so geeked, we had a little wedding ceremony in the living room and put them on for a while. Then on Thursday John was like…we should probably see if the rings still fit, right? HA! Of course I agreed and we had another lil try-on session. I like that he’s so excited too.
I am really happy to have this tiny wedding in a place that’s special to us with the people closest to us.
It’s weird, on one hand, I can’t wait for it to happen, and on the other I can’t wait for it to be over. The whole celebration part of things, I mean. I want to see if anything really changes. I’m really looking forward to the wedding event. But I’m extra excited about just coming home and being husband and wife.
7 days girls….7 measly days!!
I gotta start working on my vows. argh.
This is us when we first met almost 10 years ago. (I had just finished a shoot, I don’t wear crazy makeup usually)