So.

There are now, officially 8 days until I am a married man.  I have to say, I’ve been as cool as a button so far.

Two days ago it happened.  I got scared.  I didn’t just get scared either.  I still am.  I am scared to death.  Not in the way you might think.  I know I am making the right decision.  I know that Andrea is the only girl for me.  I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt.  But, I am still scared.  I think I am scared about the wedding, and the vows, and all of that.

I mean.  The wedding is a big deal.  There will be a lot of people there, and what if I say something stupid?  What if I left some fundamental part out of my vows?  What if?  What if?  I could go all day.

So.  There.  I’m scared.  No longer am I ‘cool as a button’.  I am a nervous wreck.  Which probably won’t make anything better.  If you want to pray for me.  That would be friggin sweet.

Thanks.