You know that feeling you get when change is imminent…that understanding that things will never be the same? Yeah, I’ve got that.
I considered writing something weighty and solemn about the sanctity of marriage and of the significance it should, but sometimes does not, carry. And then I considered taking a less formal but decidedly more personal route to discuss, as mentioned, the emotional import of such endeavors. But I settled on this approach – a hodgepodge of words that, in their syncopation and disharmony, could accurately reflect the stress and excitement and sheer joy of planning and committing and calling and moving and deciding, and accepting. And knowing…
…That she will be with me for everything that is to come,
…That she will be the most beautiful girl in the world in that wedding dress,
…That something will almost certainly go awry, as the bard predicted, (but it won’t matter),
…That the bathroom sink will never be the same again,
…That the monthly budget will be completely shot,
…That I won’t be able to spend every spare minute playing video games,
…That I will finally have to be the man I should be (or at least try harder).
And she will love me when I don’t deserve love, and that’s the greatest gift a man can get.