Turns out I have not been terrific at posting here.
Oh well.
Exams are hurtling toward Tyler and I. In 5 days, two comprehensive finals, a paper on Yoga, a presentation, a birthday party, a few meetings and lunches, a big bonfire, and a day of packing, I will say goodbye to my fiancé until June...which is nothing compared to having said goodbye to him last August.
I am torn between being ready to leave and ready to stay. The pleasant weather has been so short lived this spring, it's as though we hardly experienced it. It's May 4 (my mother's birthday). The tulips aren't up yet, and the trees are just budding. I haven't been on a walk.
Tyler and I reserved a place for our reception. Decorating is a daunting prospect. We also reserved Dover church for our ceremony. We think we'll get married in the late afternoon, followed by the reception, and that afterwards we'll drive up to Sioux Falls for our wedding night.
More to come eventually.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The First, All-Important Post of the Blog
As I sit here contemplating cutting my fingernails or possibly studying for my test or possibly writing my paper or possibly drying my hair, I think I would just rather start this blog out with something less pressing at the moment.
I am engaged.
I have been engaged for almost two weeks.
This may seem trivial to any other blog passersby, but to me, it's hard to fathom that in about 14 months, I will be married.
Married.
A Mrs. with a Mr. on double addressed envelopes from junk mail companies and telemarketers who are at an unbelievable loss as to how the last name "Nesper" is pronounced.
Married.
I will be sleeping in a bed of as-yet-undetermined size next to a man about 6'2" in size, possibly naked, because I'll be married. (Not, of course, that people don't do that when they're not married. I'm just an exception.) I will be kicking said man in my sleep and trying to fall asleep while he snores and tells me to stop hogging the comforter.
Married. Graduated. 1 year. Insane.
Let's see if I can handle this. Or, rather, let's see if I can let God handle this with me...and Tyler.
I am engaged.
I have been engaged for almost two weeks.
This may seem trivial to any other blog passersby, but to me, it's hard to fathom that in about 14 months, I will be married.
Married.
A Mrs. with a Mr. on double addressed envelopes from junk mail companies and telemarketers who are at an unbelievable loss as to how the last name "Nesper" is pronounced.
Married.
I will be sleeping in a bed of as-yet-undetermined size next to a man about 6'2" in size, possibly naked, because I'll be married. (Not, of course, that people don't do that when they're not married. I'm just an exception.) I will be kicking said man in my sleep and trying to fall asleep while he snores and tells me to stop hogging the comforter.
Married. Graduated. 1 year. Insane.
Let's see if I can handle this. Or, rather, let's see if I can let God handle this with me...and Tyler.
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