It's hard to choose the right words to describe this incredible stage of life. In 60 days I will be marrying one of the most awesome people on the planet. Of course, I'm not biased at all. And to be honest, I don't think what will go down in 60 days will change much.
I know people say that getting married does change things, and if you think otherwise you're in for a surprise. I understand that some things will change: I will have another outlet through which to channel my hormonal outbursts. "No you can't visit your friends because we have to go buy toilet paper together! And if I have to go buy it by myself again, then you can pretty much stop considering yourself a husband and use your socks to wipe your butt!"
Oh the awesomeness. I can feel it already.
But in all seriousness, we are making a commitment to tackle, embrace, and create life together. We won't be in it alone any longer. Which is perfect, because I couldn't imagine life any other way.
I wouldn't have this spinning doogie to beg me for food every morning:
I wouldn't have projects to keep me busy on long and boring weekends:
I wouldn't have a whole new perspective on the sky and the earth beneath it:
And I wouldn't have a partner in crime:
I am so thankful for all the things that give me purpose and push me to do better in life. I think I've hit the jackpot.