It's 9:45 a.m. and the day's going great. Absolutely fantastic.

Drinks anyone?

Tomorrow is a day I never expected would come.

No, not my wedding day. Engagement photo shoot day. Yeah, I'd always thought I'd fall in love, but never that it would be the real deal. Meet a guy, let him chase me for a while - or chase him ;) - be with him for awhile. I didn't think I'd meet someone who loved me enough to want to marry me.

Now I have. It's odd thinking about it actually. I thought I had my life all planned out. Work in communications for a few years. Move to Europe. Buy a house in North America to rent out to my siblings and come back three weeks every year to six months. I'd have a townhouse or apartment in Germany or Austria, that would be my base. My home. It'd be me, my pairs of shoes, my purses and coats and red Swiss rolling suitcase collection. *Sigh*

I'll be giving some of that up in a few months. Don't get me wrong, my significant other is not of the opinion that I must stay home and wear gingham, no, he knows I enjoy my work. He supports me working - he's my biggest fan. He's even come along on a few projects.

It's the thought of giving up some of my dreams, some of my aspirations, some of my freedom and independence that scares me. (I'd capitalize it and put it in bold, but I'm not that kind of girl.) Yeah, that's what really scares me.

But then...

I never expected to meet someone like him. I never knew it was possible to find such a mix of strength and tenderness in one person. Let alone find that person. Of all the thousands of people I've met and places I've been, I've never met anyone like him. And the thought of being with him, comforts me. I'm so glad you found me and didn't stop chasing me. Thank you.

80 days left

I realized this morning I have 80 days left to W-day. 'W' as in wedding.

How do I feel about this? Excited, nervous, thrilled, anxious, relieved, worried, all at once.