I read somewhere that you're supposed to start writing your vows a month before your wedding. I didn't write mine until last night. Or rather this morning. Or okay maybe about an hour ago. I probably shouldn't have told you that. I probably should have lied and I was tempted to do just that but ultimately decided that was no way to start a marriage. You're probably thinking that I can't write them because I have nothing to say but it's quite the opposite. I have too much to say. Pages and pages. Ten years worth. I wish I could draw a picture. In my head I can already see it arranged. Splashes of dark blues and greens and reds that I've always imagined to be your color. I'd place it on the tallest building I could find so that everyone who saw it would know just how much I loved you. I'll probably still do it even though I won't get the wedding credit I want for it.
Expressing myself through spoken word has always been my Achilles heel. For those of you who know me I'm more of an observer than a talker. I used to spend days trying to figure out how to get out of giving oral reports with the same intricate care and detail given to that of a covert mission complete with elaborate illness that would plague me for just one class - sorry mom and dad. And the news of my being bestowed the title of valedictorian filled me with a paralyzingly fear for weeks. Looking back I can't remember a word I said just the way I hyperventilated through it at rapid speed. Hopefully that won't be the case and I don't pass out though I feel comforted by the many doctors in my family in attendance. Stand by guys.
We often remark how peculiar it is that we met and fell in love so early in our lives. Maybe it's because it's so cliche. The things romantic movies are made of. Except our movie would be a little indie film where the so called exotic introverted nerd isn't relegated to playing the side kick and gets the charismatic male lead. Even then how we came to be has always felt easy and perhaps we've been conditioned to think everything must be complicated and dramatic. This of course isn't us. Why spend time arguing when there's Lifetime movies to be watched? As I'd like to think is the motivation for our all our swift compromises. You get me in a way that no one else does and for a weirdo like me who always secretly craved be understood and accepted that means the world. I promise all the traditional things. To love, honor and occasionally obey but I also promise you more.
Like to make more than pasta and pancakes and to stop falling asleep during the sports games I pretend to like. And to eat dinner together instead of trying to french braid my hair. And to wait to see the new Independence Day movie with you even though I know it's gonna be horrible. I know it won't always be rainbows and unicorns between us but even in our darkest roughest moments I still don't know anyone else I'd rather spend the next seventy years with. My life just doesn't make sense without you in it so thanks for putting up with my shenanigans and wanting to tie yourself with me legally. Even if this was a part of my evil master plan to trap you all along. Too late to back out now.
My notes say " cue maniacal laughter " but I think you guys get the idea so just imagine I did that.
Expressing myself through spoken word has always been my Achilles heel. For those of you who know me I'm more of an observer than a talker. I used to spend days trying to figure out how to get out of giving oral reports with the same intricate care and detail given to that of a covert mission complete with elaborate illness that would plague me for just one class - sorry mom and dad. And the news of my being bestowed the title of valedictorian filled me with a paralyzingly fear for weeks. Looking back I can't remember a word I said just the way I hyperventilated through it at rapid speed. Hopefully that won't be the case and I don't pass out though I feel comforted by the many doctors in my family in attendance. Stand by guys.
We often remark how peculiar it is that we met and fell in love so early in our lives. Maybe it's because it's so cliche. The things romantic movies are made of. Except our movie would be a little indie film where the so called exotic introverted nerd isn't relegated to playing the side kick and gets the charismatic male lead. Even then how we came to be has always felt easy and perhaps we've been conditioned to think everything must be complicated and dramatic. This of course isn't us. Why spend time arguing when there's Lifetime movies to be watched? As I'd like to think is the motivation for our all our swift compromises. You get me in a way that no one else does and for a weirdo like me who always secretly craved be understood and accepted that means the world. I promise all the traditional things. To love, honor and occasionally obey but I also promise you more.
Like to make more than pasta and pancakes and to stop falling asleep during the sports games I pretend to like. And to eat dinner together instead of trying to french braid my hair. And to wait to see the new Independence Day movie with you even though I know it's gonna be horrible. I know it won't always be rainbows and unicorns between us but even in our darkest roughest moments I still don't know anyone else I'd rather spend the next seventy years with. My life just doesn't make sense without you in it so thanks for putting up with my shenanigans and wanting to tie yourself with me legally. Even if this was a part of my evil master plan to trap you all along. Too late to back out now.
My notes say " cue maniacal laughter " but I think you guys get the idea so just imagine I did that.
