I have a Pam Beesly type thing on right now. In a few hours I am going to be marrying the most amazing, handsome and hilariously fun guy I’ve ever known…and I’m freaking out!

No one (other than my dog) is awake in the house. I spent my last night’s sleep as a single woman in his childhood bed.

I am so excited!

I get married in 2 days!

I am getting married in ONE MONTH. 31 days. 4-ish weeks. HOLY CRAP! I am so excited and nervous and beyond ready to finally be one of those “old married couples”.

When I was single it never really sunk in how amazing being in love could be. And what I’ve experienced the past 14 months has undoubtedly been the best 14 months of my entire life. I get to spend the next 50+ years with the man of my dreams and it feels damn good!

(I love you, babe)

I’ve reached the age when all of my friends are either married or married and pregnant.

WHEN WILL IT STOP?

One of my biggest fears is that no one will attend my wedding. It’s silly and highly unlikely but I’ve always worried about it.

On a side note: Does anyone have extra cash or miles I can have so I can fly to Seattle and see my best friend get married? Please?

I’ve been feeling really nostalgic lately. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been looking up friends from elementary school on Facebook. Such a weird hobby.

It’s so mind boggling to see that 80% of my friends are married and/or have children. When did this get to be a commonality? I mean, we’re only 22-23 years old. I’ve hardly felt rushed to establish myself as a wife and mother. And here I see some of my friends have been married for…FIVE years? 

It makes me feel a little behind the times. Guess it’s time to go man-shopping…