So I'm sitting here yet again with my lovely fiancee in our favorite bar in Portland, Beulahland. We just had dinner and called our folks to tidy up schedules for the wedding coming up in a month. In a month, I just said. Say that again three times. Oaf. Take me out back behind the alligator pen and whip me. But as the event gets closer, I think over and over to myself that it's coming, that I should be really nervous, that boots should be shaking. But there isn't any of that. Well, there's a bit of nervousness, admittedly. But it's so low key as to be without consequence. I'm feeling so in love with my lady and she's in love with me that I feel distanced from all of the traditional stresses of weddings. We have done this thing the only way we know how: DIY, low-budget, friendly. It's a great thing to be in love.
My friend Josh, in these kinds of moods, would talk about how he has married the most beautiful woman alive. I feel the same way.
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One of the readers of my blog loved your love story so much so posted it on hers. Check it out:http://seeglassrun.blogspot.com/
You two are perfect.
I don't know who miss mac is but Big Mac here in Missoula, Mt. agree you two are such a perfect couple.
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