Two posts in the same afternoon? Scandalous!

I can't help it if I'm bored to death. It doesn't appear my boss is in the office today so I haven't had anything to work on. People still haven't realized that they can get their reports a whole lot faster if they'd just freaking send them to me.

I'm going to now write a journal entry about marriage. Grossed out single people may want to abstain.

I'm very excited about getting married. I've never been married before. I'm excited about not sleeping alone anymore. I've slept alone most of my life, minus the times I've spent the night with friends and other such exceptions. It'll be good to share a bed. (For awhile anyway. But we're not talking about that.) I'm also looking forward to sharing things. When you live with roommates, things are "shared" but they are still very much private property. Everyone knows which dishes are "yours" and who bought the last tub of butter. (It'll be my turn next.) I can't wait to own things together. Everything we have will be "ours". There will be no need to keep things separate because there will be no moving out in the future. I can't wait to go shopping together for "our" things.

I can't wait to have guests over to "our" house. I can't wait to get the guest room all cleaned up with fresh flowers in a vase. I can't wait for people to see our house. I can't wait to invite people over for meals and make delicious courses.

I can't wait to make "our" friends. We've already made a couple which is incredibly exciting. (They are bodacious.) I can't wait to make more.

Ooh and kids! Imagine--"our" kids!!! Now I've never had kids that were "my" kids so the "our" doesn't seem as novel here, but the idea of having kids is! I can't wait to experience the blessing of kids... I can't wait til the moment I find out I'm pregnant, that there is a child growing inside me. The idea just gives me chills!

I can't wait til the wedding. In particular, I can't wait to take communion with him at the alter. I get tears in my eyes when I think of the beauty of remembering Christ's death with my husband.

Most of all, I can't wait to just be with Scott. By the time we are married, we will have only spent approximately 8-9 weeks together. 10 if you count the week we weren't "dating" but liked each other. It will be incomparably delightful to finally be together. I can't wait to come home every day to Scott, or have him come home to me. I can't wait to go to parties with him, to go on trips with him, to stay at home and watch movies with him, to watch storms with him. Nothing will be more precious than the quiet times with him when we don't have to talk or think or explain anything. Nothing.

The end.