Reflecting on the Ring
Anna's asleep and I'm awake. I'm not afraid but I'm anxious, a wedding is such a large step and such a monumental event. I know I'm ready but the adrenaline tells me I have to run around the city tonight and avoid doing something moronic.
My eyes keep glancing down at the ring sitting in the velvet box on the desk and all I can do it go over the words that I plan to say on Thursday. Nothing feels right because the words I'm hearing in my memory sound so cliche and so unoriginal. The only solace I am taking is that Anna loves me and I love her more than anything in this whole world right now and forever.
I know that once all is said and done, I will have calmed down and I will have made the best decision that I have ever made. I've been spinning the sparkling circle for hours, trying to figure out exactly what I want to tell the woman I love with all my being about what tomorrow brings.
It's hard to swallow...
For once in my life, I have nothing to say. No conscious thoughts, nothing but fluffy goo in my head. Part of that can be the jet lag slowly wearing off but I know that some of it is the insanity of the week ahead. At least, I know that Anna is reacting the same way and that is reassuring. If things weren't right, we would be able to run through the meadow and not worry about the future. But because we are, something perfect is on the horizon.
Oh, and Eliza is the toughest kitten.
My eyes keep glancing down at the ring sitting in the velvet box on the desk and all I can do it go over the words that I plan to say on Thursday. Nothing feels right because the words I'm hearing in my memory sound so cliche and so unoriginal. The only solace I am taking is that Anna loves me and I love her more than anything in this whole world right now and forever.
I know that once all is said and done, I will have calmed down and I will have made the best decision that I have ever made. I've been spinning the sparkling circle for hours, trying to figure out exactly what I want to tell the woman I love with all my being about what tomorrow brings.
It's hard to swallow...
For once in my life, I have nothing to say. No conscious thoughts, nothing but fluffy goo in my head. Part of that can be the jet lag slowly wearing off but I know that some of it is the insanity of the week ahead. At least, I know that Anna is reacting the same way and that is reassuring. If things weren't right, we would be able to run through the meadow and not worry about the future. But because we are, something perfect is on the horizon.
Oh, and Eliza is the toughest kitten.