Like Alfie Doolittle, I’m getting married in the morning (well, actually, tomorrow afternoon at 2:00, but “I’m getting married tomorrow afternoon” doesn’t scan). I don’t think that it has quite hit me yet, as we just finished THE MOVE FROM HELL into our brand spanking new house and I’ve been too preoccupied with figuring out where the knives and forks are to give much thought to my impending nuptuals.
SO, soon to to be wife, is a jewel among women. Whip smart, lovely, charming, adventursome, understanding, a terrific sense of humor, and, most importantly, willing to put up with me. Everyone should be so lucky as to find someone so unbelievably perfect for them. In fact, when you get home tonight, take a minute and tell your SO “I love you,” and give them a little kiss. You really can’t say that, or show that, too much.
I wish all of you the happiness I’m feeling.