I’m Getting Married

I know.  I know.  We’ve been engaged for years.  It’s not our fault that in the time since he proposed, my dad died, my fiancé was diagnosed with cancer, our landlord showed his true colors, we ended up homeless for almost a year, and I’m on oxygen pretty much 24/7, now.  Sexy, huh?

I always said that if I ever married again, I would keep my maiden name (hah!  Maiden!).  I admit, I have some anxiety about changing it again, but it means so much to Drew, and all of my concerns are due to the absolute loss of self of my first marriage.  Drew is not that man.

After all the hell we’ve been through, thus far, we just keep getting better and better.  He knows me – like REALLY knows me, and if you’ve never had that, I really don’t know how to articulate it for you.

In any case, we’ve decided to have our wedding closer to my home town.  Everyone would have to travel at least two hours to get here, and the altitude will be hard on those with respiratory issues, specifically, my Mama.

It will be outdoor.  The gentleman who will be officiating our wedding is a very dear friend of mine from Ren Faire days.  It was his giant canvas tent that we used as our home base at faire, so, to me, it’s a sacred space.

I can’t remember ever being this excited about my first wedding.  Back then, I had recurring nightmares that I was in a car with no brakes.  I cried on my wedding night.

This wedding will be a celebration of the family he and I have created together.  His children and grand children, my siblings and nieces and nephews, my mom.  My spirit daughter.  And the friends that have helped us along the way.  Getting to this day has been a journey like no other.

I can’t wait to be his wife.