Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I look over at Wil sleeping, and I’m blown away by what a huge impact this person has had in my life. Completely stunned by it. How amazing it seems that a little over two years ago someone found my blog while working a grave yard shift, strung out on too much coffee and alone time, most likely looking for information on Russ Meyer films or some such naughtiness, and now I’m going to marry him. But from the moment we started talking, everything in my life changed. Ask anyone who had to work with me.

So I look at him sleeping, and think about how we are getting married in two weeks. And I’m overwhelmed. Not with fear, but more with this goofy lightness at how amazing it is. How unexpected. And I love him. I only hope that when he wakes up in the morning, and looks at me sleeping, he feels something as nice.

And that I’m not drooling at the time.