Trying to Find the Words…
I'm about to get hitched. In fact, that's exactly what I asked my bride-to-be if she wanted. None of the romantic, "Would you be my wife," "Would you do me the honor of," nope, I hit her with, "So... you wanna get hitched?" As I reclined on the couch watching How It's Made... now... I'm not so callous as to think that that would be appropriate, except the ring had been dangling on the dog's collar for a good long while (since before dinner) and she had been giving me a hard time about when I would propose. Would her finding the ring earlier changed the proposal? I probably wouldn't have been lounging on the couch... beyond that, who knows. I swear to all that's good in the world, I had not a clue as to what I was going to say to her when she found the ring. I figured that by jumping into the deep end, putting the ring somewhere she'd be sure to find it (eventually) and waiting for it to happen, I'd figure out the right words to say.
Which brings us to less that 48 hours from now, I still don't know if my vows are right. I don't know if they're close to right. I think it's a 50-50 call that I might just get up in front of friends and family and declare my undying love for this woman without a script. Which would be foolish, exceptionally so... but still... Might happen.
Ahh well... at least in a couple of days I no longer have to worry about the wedding. Just the marriage. Which will be a whole different ball of wax.
-Jon