{weird} thoughts on love

Our wedding is almost six months away. I'm in a little bit of shock. I remember wishing time would speed up, and my wish was granted. The past eight months have been a blur, and I dream of the big day basically every day. Everything about it is magical to me, from the centerpieces to walking down the aisle in my beautiful dress, to seeing all our family and friends.

The most special part is becoming Matt's wife.  

Wife. Woah nelly. That still freaks me out. Even hearing Matt introduce me as his "fiance" is weird. Good weird, of course. The kind of weird you love. To be honest, our relationship is totally weird. We talk in made-up languages. We spit water on each other to piss each other off. We burp and fart, a lot of times on each other. We are basically like five-year-old boys, but it works for us.

We just like to have fun. Most of the time our idea of fun is playing Nintendo 64, drinking a bottle of wine...or two, and deciding to bake cookies. Matt has his own baking secret that makes them come out juuuust right. Not too soft, but just gooey enough.

Often immature, we still have our heads on straight when it comes to the grownup stuff. You know, jobs, bills, starting a family, buying a new house, yada yada yada.

The point is, don't forget to be kids. It doesn't have to make sense to everyone else, but if it makes sense to you, then be happy in your kooky relationship. Don't let all the grownup stuff steal your youth, happiness, and love you have for each other.

Here is to all the [weird] years ahead with my future husband.