"Ha. Yeah, right, you're so not worth this."
This is one of my favorite quotes from "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". And it's something that echos in my head all the time. I think it mostly has to do with those "I know this is the right thing, but am I really ready for this or should we have waited?" butterflies. I know that FH (future hubby for the non-weddingbook-ers out there) is who I'm supposed to be with. There isn't a moment that goes by that I don't envision my wedding day or the day that I'm told I can be a foster home or the day I finalize my first adoption and he's not standing right next to me. I see him in all of those things. He's the greatest thing to ever enter my life. But sometimes, I look at him and truly do wonder, "how in the heck did I get so dang lucky?!".
Since being with me, FH has had to move to a completely different city almost three hours from his family, he's agreed to take a job that I can see he does not enjoy and he's required to put up with my psychotic family. And I feel bad for him. I know he doesn't want to deal with this junk, and at times, I feel like I'm practically forcing it upon him. I don't know. I think it's just random junk floating through my mind trying to make me find something wrong with everything. I've done really good so far. Six months of being engaged and only six months until we're married. We're at the halfway mark. I am just way too anxious for it all to pass. I want it over with so that I can start my life as a married woman with the man of my dreams.
-K
