One year from today I will have a husband. I will be a wife.
Fiancé and I went to our ceremony site today and had a picnic to celebrate our "pre-anniversary". I had a migraine, but I didn't care. He had a lot of work to do, but he pushed it away, all so that we could go and sit and be with each other in the place where one year from today we will be promising to love each other for the rest of our lives.
Which is insane. And awesome.
And now I'm back in bed, having just taken two more pills to make this pain go away and he's back at his computer making sure that emails get sent. But that's besides the point.
Because one year from today we will be dancing and drinking and clinking glasses and eating cake and I hopefully won't have a migraine, and he definitely will not be working.
One year from today.