Wedding bells and burnouts

The day is almost here!

 

 

Two days away...unbelievable. I hate to sound cliché, but I can honestly say I have been waiting for this to come for a very long time.

 

I was always one of those goofy girls who wanted to be in a committed, long-term relationship that ended in the perfect marriage proposal and a beautiful wedding. For some reason, growing up, I just wanted to be married. But being married to the right person never really crossed my mind...

 

So, along the way, I kissed a lot of these:

 

And you know what, I'm ok with that...because it never would have brought me to where I am now. And I don't want to get all annoying and mushy, but Andy was truly worth the wait. He was worth the heartache I endured up until I met him. It's amazing that I always wanted to force a fairy tale into my life, and again as cliché as all this love stuff is...it was true.

 

I literally just knew, somewhere in my heart, that I would marry him. Before we ever had a full conversation there was something inside me that knew he was it.

 

So now I feel like this:

 

 

And before I can end my cliché-ridden blog post (that I promise to never do again, my brain just will not allow me to write anything remotely creative or insightful right now), I really just want to say that rushing things and forcing things and not being true to who you are will never lead you to true happiness. Because that is what led me to Andy, and where I am supposed to be. Where any trouble can be overcome, where I feel safe, where I feel like it is completely ok to be 100% me...

 

Because I am loved.

 

 

That's all for now, folks! I'll be doing more race-related posts after we return from our honeymoon and finally start RACING!