Thoughts for My Wedding Day

After twenty-seven years of successfully avoiding commitment, I’m getting married next Friday. How do I feel? I feel at peace, comfortable with my decision, excited to see him standing next to me, happy, ecstatic, a little nervous, afraid I’ll stutter through my vows in front of friends and family…ready to be Mrs. E.

Ours has been a whirlwind romance. Was it fate? Did we get a nudge from mothers or grandmothers plotting our meeting over coffee in their heavenly bistro? Surely some unknown force was involved; otherwise our paths may never have crossed.

We clicked from day one. I felt as if I had known him forever. The more we talked, the more we found in common. I always thought love at first sight was something a writer thought up for a movie script, until now.

Why did I say yes? Other than the fact that I’m crazy about him, I think it was the pure emotion in his voice when he asked that all important question from his knee, the old-fashioned way. Maybe it’s because I know I can trust him with my heart. Or maybe it’s because I’m really in love for the first time in my life.

August 31, 2007

Story ID:	2730
Written by:	Betty (BJ) Roan (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Diary/Journal Entry
Location:	Toledo Illinois
Year:	2007
Person:	BJ & Mr. E