this girl.

Excited. In the coming days I’m sure going to pour out all my emotions on fb and this blog. Please hide my posts now or be bugged by my pre-wedding hypes, after which you’d be bugged by my post-wedding hypes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Hehe.

Paranoid. From getting a haircut to getting drowned in the largest of oceans, I run a safety instructions script in my mind because I want to look ok and be well on my wedding day, because seriously, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Sensitive. I’m the softest sponge at the moment, and the littlest things can trigger a well of emotions. Everything is a big deal. If I can breathe on love from an oxygen tank, I’d do that just to filter out all the hate in the air. I’d get sick if I catch the bad vibes around.

Sad. I know I’m leaving a lot behind. I didn’t think that a marriage is THAT big until I got closer to it down the road. I have TEN WEEKENDS left to spend at home in LB, and from then on it’ll be irregular, but hopefully still often. And that’s just the tip of the things-to-be-sad-about-iceberg.

Trusting. I have a lot of faith goals as a married person. I want to wake up early to prepare breakfast for Gail, be able to develop a stronger character than what I have now, and a lot more items on this mile-long list. I know that it takes a large chunk of maturity to become a new wife, but with Gail on my tag team and God as my coach, I know I’ll be fine. :)

PS: That’s just me.