92 days!

Until my Big Day! And I don't really think I've ever been more terrified in my life. I always thought of myself as the girl who, out of all her friends, would be the one who never got married. I knew it and I accepted it. The way I saw it was that there was no guy who would have wanted to deal with me. I couldn't blame them either.

Then I met Russell. When I met him though, he was in a flirtation with a good friend of mine so I never really thought much of him. In fact, the first day he hung out with us at school I thought he was socially awkward. (Which is why I thought he was perfect for my friend.) Then I got to know him and I started noticing little things that I definitely shouldn't have. Like the way he rarely smiled and the only way to get him to smile was to get him to laugh, or how he walked like a super model right off the runway. I found myself almost hoping that he would feel something for me instead of my friend. I felt horrible but I was already sensing her distancing herself away from him. I knew I couldn't do anything about it though. That stupid girl code. 

Sooner rather than later, their little flirtation died out. I found out he liked me and bimb bam boom! We got together. That was May 3rd 2010. And it's been a non-stop adventure since.

I can't wait to marry him but it's scary when I think about everything that's going to change. 

Plus planning my wedding makes me want to rip my hair out most days.