I have awesome people

Exhibit A: My friends. My friends are freaking awesome. Seriously.

Exhibit B: My family. They're coming through in a big way. Blood and new in-laws both.

Exhibit C: My co-workers. Who surprised me today with dinner at La Lomitas Dos for margaritas, which are my favorite, and have put up with the brunt of my stress this summer.

Exhibit D: The love of my life.

I'm getting married in 15 days. Let that sink in. 15 days. After almost 6 years being together, AFG and I are making it official with a freaking wedding.

Forever I've been downplaying this. It's just one more ring on my finger. It's maybe my last name changing (I am). My finances and job and living situation won't change. Everything will stay the same.

Then we bought our wedding rings. And completed the RSVP list. And had one more huge yet unimportant fight about reception entertainment. And it all sunk in today. I'm going to be freaking married. I will have officially pledged my life to someone FOREVER.

And yet that's not news to me.

He asked me recently when I knew. I said when he told me he loved my eyes. It was 3 weeks into dating and I was too afraid to tell him I loved him and he told me he loved my eyes. I knew then that if he asked me to jump through fire I'd probably do it. Though I would totally give him a death glare first. With those FOUR words I knew that I would gladly spend the rest of my life looking into his eyes and seeing my own emotions reflected back.

Are you gagging? Sorry. It's just all now sinking in.

Someday we'll have a house together that we'll turn into a home. Someday we'll have tiny hobbits with his eyes and my sarcasm. Someday we'll watch THEM marry whomever it is they love. Someday we'll hold hands on the porch and reminisce about when we met each other in that fortuitous timing of Intro to Design class.

And I'm ready for it. The next chapter of my life is beginning and I'm totally ready to face it. I'm going to try to stop worrying about the details of this event (like the fact that half of our aunts and uncles aren't coming and that we could have invited many more friends that we wanted there, or the fact that I've yet to print the place cards and have been on an emotional food binge lately...) and start focusing on the days after the honeymoon. When I'm the newest (and probably the 9th) Mrs. Griffin and I'm looking ahead to what's coming.

Bring it, life. I can take it.