One More Month to Go

dsc_08872I'd like to interrupt my usual posts of advice, DIY, recipes, and what have you because there is officially only one more month until I marry Mr. T. Seriously, you guys. One. More. Month. I don't often use that whole one word and then a period thing because it's kind of dumb, but I feel it's excusable here.

I should probably warn you that this post is going to be flooded with emotional sappiness. And a whole lot of babbling. I know technically nothing between Mr. T and me will change, but at the same time everything is changing. (That makes sense, right?)

In one month, my days of being a single lady will officially be over. That sounds weird and I don't even know if I'm supposed to say it like that, but it's true. I will be married. I will be someone's wife. Someone will be my husband. I'll be a Mrs. (though I'm not changing my last name and will talk about that later). But still, a wife and a Mrs. none the less.

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I'm not going to lie, the past few months have been emotional and they've made me reflect so much on my life and my time as a single lady. And now that there's just one month left I'm feeling it even more. Coincidentally my three year anniversary with New York was also this month. Seriously, so much reflection happening over here.

I know I've mentioned it before, but I was never really sure if I would get married. I think I always saw myself in a long term relationship of some sort, but there was a part of me that just didn't get the whole marriage thing. I mean, how do you know? I think a part of me also just didn't know if I would ever meet a guy who was worth it. And, yeah, I had my times when I didn't think I was worth it.

But, man, if I could go back and talk to my single self. There's so many things I would say. There's so much I would want that gal to know. I would want her to know that she'll meet an amazing guy someday. Someone who wants the things she does and sees her the way she's meant to be seen. That person will make an effort to be with her. They won't keep her guessing or make her feel less than she's worth. They'll be on her side. You'll be a team. And, as corny as it is, genuine love is so worth waiting for. In some weird way it makes all the mistakes and poor dating decisions worth it (not that I encourage those decisions. They’re really dumb).

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I still remember the first time Mr. T messaged me. He found me by searching beer on OkCupid. Our first date was at a dive bar. He was wearing a blue sweater. We drank too many beers and scotch (which I technically didn't finish because I was too hungry and told him it would make me throw up). Our fourth date was football, magic, and karaoke. We said I love you at 2am while drunk at a bar. We decided to get married while talking about mustache stirrers.

Our relationship didn't begin in a boring conventional way and it didn't grow in a traditional way either. I love that about him. I love that about us. There are so many things that I love about him and us that I can't fit them all in this post. He's brought so much good in my life and so many new things.

And in one month, I get to marry that guy. It’s pretty exciting. A little scary, but exciting.

My hope for us is that we continue in that same nontraditional way. I hope we'll always be a team. That we take each adventure as it comes. I hope we're always able to accept and respect the other person for who they are even if we don't understand it. And when there are times that we feel like we can't that we'll try to find a way to figure it out. Actually, I hope that no matter what happens that we'll always find a way to figure it out.

I hope we continue to grow as a couple and know when it's necessary to compromise. And that we'll work on not being so stubborn to compromise. And that we'll work on our patience with each other. Is there like a class for that or something?

I hope we'll always be on each other's side.

I hope we still think it's fun to sit on  the couch and watch SyFy and drink beers 50 years from now. And that we never lose the desire to share food with each other. I also hope he'll always love to bake and always hates pickles so I can eat them all.

I hope we never do anything that makes either of us want to sue the other one on People's Court. Unless of course we just want to do it for the money and the fame of being on People's Court.

Oh and good lord I hope that man will always be able to make bacon.

I hope we always remember how amazing the other person is and never take that for granted. And that we'll always remember the things that are important.

I hope this isn't too much hope for two people, but we have the rest of our lives to figure that out.

One more month, you guys. One more month.