Not that I’ve even had the slightest of cold feet – we’re both skipping to this marriage thing with stupid grins – but this week I cut the tags out of my dress (my mom did, actually, just before she was kind enough to hem the @#$ thing, twice), and today… we purchased our marriage license. It was surprisingly simple. Sign here, write your check, ta-da! You’re almost there!
Oh yeah, this is for real. Yippee!