last notes

It is close to midnight. I am sleeping in the hotel room alone. I have had one major breakdown today, my fiance has snarled at my family, and I have stopped answering my phone. I have had two vodka+sprites and plan to have one more before bed.

This is me, keeping it real.

I am happy. I am. But I am also exhausted. Emotionally, mentally, physically. I am just done. Of wedding thoughts, of bride brain, of having to awnser everysinglequestion, of having to plan, and plan, and plan and then get dirty looks for being "bossy."

I am so ready to just be married and to be done this.

Don't get me wrong - I am happy. I am getting married to my man.

But I am tired.

So on my last night as a "single" woman, I am penning a love note to Allen. On why I am marrying him, on why I chose him, on why I can't wait for our life to begin. I am focusing on the joy. On love, on friendship, on happiness.

But I'm still freakin' tired.