I'm getting married... whoa.

Friday night Dewy and I went on a date. I love our dates. We doubled with our already married friends Tyler and Janielle White. Dinner was Tepanyaki. I could stop right there and my weekend would have been complete, but alas when have I ever been short winded? Allow me to continue.

As conversation at dinner progressed with the White's, Dewy and I began to ask questions about married life. Janielle took control of most the conversation, however the highlight of my night was when Dewy asked them what the biggest surprise was about marriage. Without hesitation Tyler piped in. "Janielle's farts stink." Classy. After dinner we went back to their appartment and watched their wedding video and looked at pictures from their honeymoon. I'm on the prowl for great ideas. Ty and Jan actually went to the same place we are going for a honeymoon and even stayed in the exact same resort! The pictures were phenominal and it left me feeling so sad that I still had 15 weeks to go. Thats like a whole semester of school. Sick.

As we drove home that night Dewy and I sifted through his iPOD for sappy love songs we could use on the video and at the reception. We sat in his car in his driveway listening to songs forever and it was in that moment that I realized I was really getting married. My perma-grin extended to my ears and I can't remember ever being more happy than sitting in Dewy's 1994 Corolla, listening to him sing lines from Dave Barnes off key. I'm going to be a wife. What if I suck at wifey-ness??