I’ve been pretty happy lately. And it seems things just keep getting better. I’m hearing wedding bells. I’m seeing myself at the end of the aisle. When asked, I said “Yes!” (I might have yelled it.) There was no other answer. At first I couldn't believe it. I certainly didn’t think I’d ever be in this position, but I’m rolling around in a new kind of bliss, the kind most people don’t ever get to experience.
September 28th is going to unforgettable.
Could you have predicted this? Especially after the 2012 I had? An ugly divorce. (Are they ever pretty?) And now, of all things, a marriage?
Yes. A marriage.
I’m marrying my friends.
Friends. Plural. Not a typo. Or polyamory. At the end of September I’m going to have the matchless privilege of officiating at my dear friends’ Andrew and Evangeline’s wedding. I’m beyond flattered. I’m equal parts excitement and nerves. Do not screw this up, Little Romo. Do. Not. Screw. This. Up.