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I'm getting married in the morning...

  Ding dong the bells are gonna chime! Pull out the stoppa! Let's have a whoppa...but get me to the church on time! I love this song from "My Fair Lady." I don't think I understood it quite as I do now. However, the difference is that my priest told me no booze. :-/ so... I'll save that for the 'morrow.
  I remember just yesterday I was freaked that I had just became a fiancé. Tomorrow, I become a wife! :-O And at the moment, all I can think about is taking a nap! I am so tired and so hyped up; I am not quite sure if sleep or insomnia will win out.
  I keep thinking about my state of mind when I began this blog. I had just gotten out of a relationship, and was leaving for a much needed vacation from mind, body, and soul restlessness. And tomorrow, oddly enough, all of my past failed relationship issues will cease to matter. Granted, they haven't mattered for a long while, but especially when I walk down that isle, take his hand, promise to love him forever, and walk out his wife.
  There has never been a doubt he loves me. And once he showed me his gracious handling of my vulnerability, my own doubts cease. I'm going to attempt sleep. Please, dear friends, pray for me and white boy. We desperately need it! Much love! GAHHHHH!!! I'M GONNA BE A WIFE! :-0 :-0 :-0

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