It’s sort of mind-blowing to me to think that in less than a month, I will be a married man.<\/p>\n
It’s weird to take those words which have, until now, always been directed outward and at-ward, and turn the arrow around. I will be a husband. I will have a wife.<\/p>\n
And the thing is, I’m ready to be married. The concept and\/or institution of marriage (with or without a capital M) doesn’t scare me one bit. I have found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and, like Billy said, [when you find that person] “you want the rest of your life to start right now.”<\/p>\n
Which is not to say their aren’t fears. Not of the marriage itself, of course. As Emily put it, “I’m more worried that the day itself goes smoothly than I am about the next 50 years of my life.” I feel the same. No, my fears are the same fears I’ve had all my life. Of the unknown, of the future. But, and here’s the sweetest thing of all, knowing who I’m marrying and the step I’m about to take sort of dulls the sharp edges of those fears. The answers to questions yet unasked are still out there to be found, but I can’t think of a better person to help me, help us, find them.<\/p>\n
So, you know, I’ve got that going for me.<\/p>\n
It’s all awesome and new and different and mind-boggling all at the same time.<\/p>\n
Wouldn’t want it any other way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s sort of mind-blowing to me to think that in less than a month, I will be a married man. It’s weird to take those words which have, until now, always been directed outward and at-ward, and turn the arrow … Continue reading