I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because in 199 days, I get to marry my best friend. I know, sounds totally cheesy, but it's the truth. Like every little girl, I used to dream about my wedding and the guy that would be waiting down at the end of that aisle. Let me tell you, Jeff is not what I had in mind, but now, I couldn't see anyone else in that place. It's always fun to look back on the last couple years. When we met, I wanted a relationship, but I just didn't see it there with Jeff. In my mind, he was a great guy, but I stuffed him in the "friend zone." My friends joke about the fact that I said over and over that I would never date him. I have had to eat my words, and I'm sure my friends won't let me forget about my stubbornness anytime soon. When I finally took down the wall I had up, I found this amazing person who would jump over the moon to make me happy, who was always there to comfort me when I was upset, and to take me on new adventures. I can't speak for him, but for me, it wasn't that instant, head over heels, love at first sight moment that happens in the movies. I think most girls want that cute, big-screen worthy, fairytale moment, and I did too, but now I wouldn't change our story for anything. Our friendship is the perfect foundation for our marriage, and I don't regret my initial stubbornness one bit. Everyone should marry someone who makes them smile, who can make them laugh, who loves all of their flaws, who saw their heart break and was there to help pick up the pieces, who frustrates them, who fascinates them, and whom without, their life just wouldn't be complete.
Last night, Jeff brought these home for me "just because." I hope all who read this can find the same happiness, comfort, and love that I [eventually] found in the man I am going to marry.
