Wedding Blog

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about this “forever” thing. Mr. Kiwi will be my husband forever. Husband. Do you remember when you wished “boyfriend” would be “fiance”? Now that’s he’s my fiance, I’m desperate to call him my husband.

Some days I sit there and silently freak out about pledging my lifelong love to Mr. Kiwi. It’s not that it’s him, it’s just that right now we have our things separate, our accounts, our bills, everything but the address and the dog. When we marry, I’ll be signing the paper binding me to him. Yeesh. Binding. Sometimes I worry about that, like when Mr. Kiwi leaves his dishes in the sink waiting for me to wash them, I think, “Dude, am I seriously doing his dishes for the rest of our lives?” And then…

He comes home late, by eleven, exhausted from working a 13 hour day. I’m slightly grumpy because I missed him, and can’t eat dinner without him (yes, I’m pathetic). He tries to cheer me up, even though I can hear him growing sleepier by the second, after all, he does have to wake up at 5am the next day. Still, he struggles to stay awake and talk to me, minutes growing closer to midnight. Finally, I tell him to go to sleep, and have pleasant dreams. Again, I think to myself, he’s hardly ever home now, and it’s because of me, because of OUR wedding. He has three jobs so we can afford a wedding. This man works himself to exhaustion because we want (seriously, it’s not just me!) a special wedding day.

Finally, as I drift off, I think of all the losers who came after and before him (we dated twice, remember?), the man who showed me what true adoration was when I wasn’t ready for it all those years ago. Not one of those guys would have done this for me, for us. And that’s when I realize - I get to be with this man forever. I am a lucky girl.

And, since I know you all get tired of my wordy posts without pictures, here’s one of Mr. Woofie.