Sunday has past and it looks like I just completed my last weekend as a unwed lady. It's crazy to think this week has actually arrived. It seems like yesterday I dragged my flu-ridden body home from work to find Troy waiting eagerly by the door. Though he had been ill for a few days as well, I found him dressed up and positioned at the edge of the couch. He looked nice in his slacks and collared shirt. The only tell-tale sign of his ailment were his heavy, blood shot eyes. I knew something unusual was about to happen. With a slight hesitation, he sheepishly fell to his knee and a hurried "will you marry me?" was it all it took to seal our future together.
We spent the next hour calling our family to share the good news. Of course my father already knew because Troy, being the gentleman he is, had asked for my hand in marriage. My dad responded, "you can't have just the hand; you have to take the whole thing". I love my dad's silly sense of humor. We went to one of our favorite Mexican places for a celebratory dinner. Though I was craving a hearty meal after three days of a strict Sprite diet, I couldn't stomach more than a few chips. It may not sound like an ideal engagement dinner, but it was one of the best dinners I've had.
So now we are four days until wedding. I woke up this morning with butterflies in my stomach. I am not nervous about being married, but about making sure everything falls into place properly. I am afraid the judge will get lost on his way to the house or the rental company will send the wrong color of linens. I need to stop fretting. No matter what happens, Troy and I will still get married and it's not about the location, flowers or linens, but about the people. We will have about 20 guests and we couldn't be happier with the small, intimate wedding.
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