Invitations are stacked on my dining room table daring me to address their outer envelopes. The dress has been ordered I’m obsessively stalking the UPS man. The first meeting with my wedding coordinator has been scheduled to go over logistics. A photographer has been secured.
Yep. It’s really happening. We’re really getting mmm… mmmar… MARRIED.
In less than 4 1/2 months, June 15th, I’ll be walking down the aisle. A real aisle this time. In a church. With a pastor. In the middle of our very first date, The Fella asked me if I ever saw myself getting married again (knowing a bit about my past experiences already). I remember holding up my finger and saying, “one more time, the last time.”
And I finally found my Solomon.