The days are long when you wait for something, they say, but not this time. It has come faster than I could expect it to, faster than I could be ready for.
Last minute planning is still ongoing and saturday is there at the turn of a corner. Excited, nervous, hoping that I'll get everything right, that all deliveries arrive on time, that I won't forget my words, that I won't step on that dress and fall. Just realizing that I have no idea, we have not yet rehearsed the knot. It's lovely, isn't it? How we're still stumbling about.
But with all our fights, and all our messes, and all our troubles and bad moments, still home is when I put my head on your chest and you tuck me in closer, and I feel your warmth and your ticklish chest hair, and I can hear your wonky breath and your heartbeat and I'll fall asleep like that without intending to because I just feel so relaxed.
So May the Force (fourth) be with us on this journey we'll be starting.
