I’ve been married for one week, and one day.  I think I got the hang of this. hehe.

For anyone who cares, the wedding went beautifully.  Aside from the power outage at the church earlier in the day, which caused a bunch of stress, and the fact that one of my groomsmen (I won’t name names) left my fireplace gas on the previous night and caused a ‘gas scare’. But all of that junk got cleared up before the wedding.  It was insanely scary, and when we get some pics, you’ll see how nervous I actually was.  (If you ask me, I was cooler than a polar bears toe nails.)

The honeymoon went well.  We had a great time in Orlando, and didn’t wait more than 15 minutes for any ride.  I am a happy happy husband.  Thank you all for your prayers, and blessings, and everything.  You all rock.  I am happily married, and happily in love.

Did anything disasterous, or almost disasterous happen at your wedding?  Tell me here.

Tomorrow I will watch the love of my life walk down the aisle.  I could not be more excited.  Tomorrow, I start my life.  Tomorrow, everything will change.  Tomorrow people from all over the country will gather into our church, just to watch her and I exchange vows, kiss, and eat cake.

There is one thing that is on my mind.  Tomorrow, there will be some people very important to me who will not be there.  Tomorrow, I will miss my mother, Helen.  My sister, Adrienne. My best friend, Matthew. Andrea’s Grandfather, Roland. More people, (I have a long list, you don’t want me to go on.)

The people mentioned above all had their quirks.  The people above all changed my life.  I never really got a chance to tell the people above how much I loved them.  Somehow, I know they know.  I loved them a lot. Nontheless, tomorrow will be a celebration of all things.  Tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life.  Have I mentioned lately that I am marrying the most beautifulist girl in the whole wide universe?

Because I am.

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.