Almost right up until to our wedding day, I struggled with anxiety about the future. I never reached a moment of perfect, unending certainty that my husband was the person I was meant to marry.
I am scared of you. Terrified, in fact. This is the time where it seems necessary to PROCLAIM that THE BOY has given his rubber-stamp approval to this post. Not-so-surprisingly, he knows all of what I'm about to say. Lucky him, he's been front-seat-center-row for all of the FEARS, DOUBTS and CRAZINESS. You're welcome, Georgia. … Continue reading Dear marriage,