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We're doing it! We're eloping this Saturday!!
Come Saturday, I will officially be a Mrs.
People keep asking me how I feel - am I excited? am I nervous? am I ready? Honestly? I'm weirded out. Because in my mind, the big bad title of "married" belongs to fifty-somethings who have kids. In other words, the title of "married" belongs to people like my parents. It's strange to be the first and youngest person among my siblings to get married. It's strange to be the second out of all my cousins to get married. It just doesn't seem "right".
Okay, down to the mushy stuff. I really can't imagine being with anyone else but Ken. He just makes me a better person. =) He supports me when I want to do things - like go out on girls' nights, and stay at home when he wants to go somewhere, he supports me when I want to watch a play and he doesn't, he supports me when I want to just go somewhere, and do something. I feel so free and at the same time, at home, with him. He's everything I think my lifelong partner should be.
Don't call me married though. At least not until December to avoid my family's feelings being hurt. It's bad enough as it is that we're eloping, so we just want to keep it on low-profile, and celebrate December 16 as our "real" wedding date, when we get to celebrate with everyone we love.
We're marrying on Makena Cove Beach. By a reverend named Vance. (I like his last name better, it sounds more exotic - Alapaki). Probably in the rain. With our swim suits and slippers on.
I think, when I eventually have a daughter, I want to name her Makena.
Come Saturday, I will officially be a Mrs.
People keep asking me how I feel - am I excited? am I nervous? am I ready? Honestly? I'm weirded out. Because in my mind, the big bad title of "married" belongs to fifty-somethings who have kids. In other words, the title of "married" belongs to people like my parents. It's strange to be the first and youngest person among my siblings to get married. It's strange to be the second out of all my cousins to get married. It just doesn't seem "right".
Okay, down to the mushy stuff. I really can't imagine being with anyone else but Ken. He just makes me a better person. =) He supports me when I want to do things - like go out on girls' nights, and stay at home when he wants to go somewhere, he supports me when I want to watch a play and he doesn't, he supports me when I want to just go somewhere, and do something. I feel so free and at the same time, at home, with him. He's everything I think my lifelong partner should be.
Don't call me married though. At least not until December to avoid my family's feelings being hurt. It's bad enough as it is that we're eloping, so we just want to keep it on low-profile, and celebrate December 16 as our "real" wedding date, when we get to celebrate with everyone we love.
We're marrying on Makena Cove Beach. By a reverend named Vance. (I like his last name better, it sounds more exotic - Alapaki). Probably in the rain. With our swim suits and slippers on.
I think, when I eventually have a daughter, I want to name her Makena.