big steps

As part of TMI Thursday, I’m going to be sharing something that I haven’t yet talked about, with anyone actually. I generally don’t talk about this type of thing, because I can never find a good way to describe it, and then all my words just seem useless.

This Saturday, I’m getting married. That part you might know.

Before I asked Fiance to marry me, I called my grandma. My grandma married grandpa back during WWII, and they were married up until last year when he died. I told her I wanted to ask Fiance to marry me, and how did she know that she wanted to be with grandpa.

She thought about it for a beat and said, “You know, he just wasn’t like anyone else I knew. Just talking to him…I just knew. That’s all there is, I just knew.”

From that moment, any fears and doubts I had disappeared. I just knew that she was the one I wanted to be with.

Someone told me recently they hoped that my wedding day will be the happiest day of my life. I sincerely hope that is not true. I want the day after the wedding to be the best day of my life, and I want the day after that to be the best day of my life. I want every day from here forward to be better than the last, for me and for her.

I love you Fiance, and always will.

Now we need to think up a new name for you.