Thought

things are happening so fast, and i think i just slowed down enough to let it hit me: i'm getting married. like, married. like live with your husband, sleep in the same bed, watch eachother go to the batheroom married. i know they say the first year of marriage is the hardest, but they also call it the honey moon stage. can those two really coexist? is there any struggle-free portion of the honeymoon stage thats just sweet?

but i know myself. i will worry myself into a corner and not appreciate the good in a situation (even one as AWESOME as getting married to a wonderful man like chris). and i decide right now to not be affraid. i can be aware and mindful of the labor pains that come with two individuals birthing a new life. but i can also rejoice in that new life that is ours; the one that we get to shape into whatever we want.

so later for fear. and hello to soberness about the weight of this decision and joy that we have such agency in making it amazing!