In these last few months I have been struggling with the fact that I’m. getting. married.
Me. I’m becoming a MRS.
I’ve wanted this from the moment I met Dennis and can’t imagine my life without him. Actually, I can- it would be a little more quiet in the house and I wouldn’t have someone telling me to put my clothes away or to wash my hands when I leave the restroom. I wouldn’t have someone to cook me dinner when I’m exhausted or do the laundry either.
He’s great, but am I?
Several times I wake up at night panicked I’m not good enough, I don’t work hard enough, I don’t push myself enough.
Being in this relationship for the last 5 years, I’ve wanted nothing more than to marry this man, In fact, it’s all I ever talked about, asked about, dreamed about.
I’ve always knew this would happen, but now it’s slowly becoming a reality and I don’t want to mess it up. I’m finding myself over analyzing every situation, problem, story, and timeline and less focused on where we are headed and the huge commit we are about to make together.
I’m trying and that’s all I can do.
I know when I become a MRS I will be taking on my biggest challenge and yet my biggest dream. I am getting my husband and this, he is exactly what I need.
I might not be great at the “homemaking” tasks, but that will come with time, maybe.