I'm excited.
ILoveHimSoMuch.
I informed him of just how close his impending doom was(2 days ago), and doyouknowwhathesaid??
"So I've just got 67 more days?"......
I came back with, "Yes, honeylovecutiepie, BUT you CAN have AS MANY AS YOU LIKE IF YOU NEED THEM".
...I think I got my point across.
Then, he freaked out on me.
He started doing alllll of those things I put on his to-do list when I started planning the wedding.
Yep, this is really happening.
He really does need to get groomsmen gifts, a suit and find a rehearsal dinner venue.
I believe in him though, he's got this.
I, on the other hand, have a motherload of things on my list.
However, I am shoving that business aside this weekend, because, because you know why?
That's right, the Big Cheese is in town.
J-Dawg is in the hizzittyhouse!
There's no room for worry when those big blue eyes are sucking you in, and turning you into a big pile of mush.
I'm not going to worry about how many days there are until the wedding, or what I have to do tomorrow.
If I'm going to do anything, it's going to involve wondering where he threw up because I know ISmellSomething....
When Jackson and Malinda arrived on Friday, I went down to the house to see them.
I rushed into the living room to give them both a big 'ol smooch, and that's when it happened...
I forgot to tell Edna to wait by the door, and she scared the puffs out of the little fella.
Edna can come on a little strong at times.
So the first day was a little rough, as I tried to keep Edna out of sight, for fear that the little guy would have nightmares.
However, last night Baby J was performing center stage, and raising the roof;).
After his bath, he fueled up on some biscuit and proved that he can in fact, crawl faster than I can think.
I love having them in town.
I sat in the sunroom and played with J, talked to Malinda, and laughed with everyone as we looked at
Sure, there were 564 things that I could have been worrying about..including the wedding countdown..but I wasn't.
I was afraid that if I didn't live in that moment, then I would regret it the next day...and I don't have time for regret.
I don't think anyone does.
We smelled puke too. It was the Christmas tree.
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