I was sitting on the couch…cozied up in a pile a blankets that I bury myself under every morning when I get out of bed. Gary was sitting at the table finishing up work. I was asking him about his night and doing my best to wake up. Secretly wishing there was a magic fairy that would fly through the window and put a Starbucks in my hand. A girl can dream…right? My eyes glanced from Gary to our countdown and I got a serious case of the butterflies when I realized our days just fell to 7. That is 7 days…one week…until I marry the most perfect man I could ever ask for. I told Gary he needed to update the board and when I said 7 days we both stopped for a second…looked at each other…and shook our heads in disbelief.
How did we get here? How after all this time are we staring at a chalkboard that says we are getting married in a week?!?! I remember my insides literally aching because I wanted to marry this man so badly. And that feeling is no different today. It’s just mixed up with lots of excitement because it is all SO real. When I see that ‘7 days’ I can’t help but think about how much we have been through…how effortlessly Gary has stood by my side through everything imaginable…and how I can’t wait to go through the rest of our lives as husband and wife. To fight the battles and take on the world as the Truelocks. Because as long as we’re together…life will be nothing short of perfect.
Here’s to 7 days until I marry the man of my dreams…and a wedding that has no choice but to be the best day ever!