In one month, I will be a married lady. I have absolutely no jitters. My feet are toasty warm thank-you-very-much. As I sit here, sick as a dog for the third time this year, I realize for the umpteenth time that I have an amazing fiance. He brings me blankets and wraps me up mummy-style. He runs to get the thermometer even though he was just upstairs a second ago. Every morning, even when I'm all sick and nasty, I get a kiss and "I love you" before he leaves for work, though often times I'm out cold.
*B* is the most gentle guy I know. I've never seen him demean anyone, though he does make fun of his mom. If you knew her, you'd understand why this isn't a bad thing. He laughs at my jokes (and his own, amusingly enough). He loves animals, sometimes more than humans. He wants to make the world a better place even though it means meatless nights and scary lentil dishes.
He does his share of his housework (and often more). I throw the laundry down the basement steps, and magically the clothes end up clean in a laundry basket waiting for me to fold and hang them. He clears my "nucleation sites" (for non-geeks, that's the few dirty dishes in the sink after breakfast or dessert that cause a chain reaction of dirty dishes to appear all over my kitchen).
My simple pleasure today is having a mere month left until the beginning of an awesome marriage - and not being afraid of it.
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