Lately, with so many of my friends getting engaged and preparing their weddings, it’s hard not to have a sense of urgency for my own time. Patience comes to those who wait. I know, and what a tired cliche that has turned out to be. My boyfriend and I have been dating for almost three years. Very long to some, not long enough to others. I love him. I love him with all my heart. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I love him more than I think I can ever love anyone else in my life…(romantically, of course). So people have asked me (my mother, in particular) If I know that I love him, why rush it? Truth? I don’t have a decent answer. I guess, apart of me is just ready for him to do because I’m anxious on how he will do it. Will I see it coming? Will everyone else know, but me? Will he take me to Falls Park and ask me while we’re walking through? Will he take me to the mountains and ask me in our romantic getaway suite? Will he take me camping and ask me while we bask in nature’s beauty? Or will he simply ask me while sitting in his apartment one day? It’s this question that has the ability to keep me awake so many nights. After I have concocted a suitable enough proposal in my head, I then start picking my wedding party. Who I will have as my maid of honor, Matron of honor, Bridesmaid, ring bearer, etc. I also begin to think of the color and the venue. And just to prove how obsessive I am about the whole thing, I’ve actually called a few places to price weddings. It’s crazy how obsessed I am. The thing is though, it scares me. Am I one of those people who just wants the wedding and not the marriage? Great question, but then I quickly answer it. NO. I am not one of those people who doesn’t want to do marriage. I know I love my boyfriend and I seriously want him forever. I want us to wake up in the mornings, get ready for work together (goof around), head to our separate teaching facilities, and then back home to wind down, vent to each other, cuddle with each other, prepare dinner with each other, and then go to sleep with each other. As you can see, all these things involve the both of us. US. Which is what I want. Sometimes I cry thinking about the day when I will be able to marry my prince. I just hope and pray that I’m strong enough to wait. I guess I should rephrase that question to say, I just hope and pray that I’m strong enough to wait patiently. Te amo mi boyfriend! Mucho!!
Not much else is up besides the thoughts of my boyfriend. School starts Thursday. More than ready to just get this semester over and done with. I’ve made an appointment to finally get these bothersome wisdom teeth out. They hurt pretty bad. I also made an eye exam appointment. Hello new glasses ANDDDD contacts! 
I’m pretty excited to try them for the first time!
More on the Maid Of Honor story from last post (like I promised). A friend from school, We’ll call her friend M. She was proposed to at the Biltmore House back last December. I was happy for her, yet envious as well. Something I’m finally beginning to grasp is that even though I have been dating longer than some of the people who are now married or close to marriage, doesn’t matter. And the fact that I’m older doesn’t matter either. I hope being in her wedding helps me slow down the pace with wanting it so badly for myself. She first asked me to be a bridesmaid and that was exciting in itself. We traveled to Augusta with her mother and sister (ex-MOH) and picked out my dress, and her sisters dress! Her sister is sixteen and didn’t really care much about her wedding. At lunch the other week, she asked me to take the place of her sister has her MOH. She said she ran it by her sister, and her sister was okay with it. So of course there was no reason to say, no. So that’s the story!
I’m sleepy. This entry is now finito.So until next time,
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