Prep Your Gag Reflex

I was planning to write a post all about the fabulously kitschy hotel we stayed at last weekend...and of course what happened while we were on the premises of said hotel, but it's late and I really just need to ramble about this strange, new place I've entered.

Engagement.

I feel sort of like this ring is a protective shield that guards me from any possible type of negativity that may come my way. Bad vibes bounce off of it and go elsewhere. I can only feel goodness right now.

It's strange because every glass of wine I've had since the big day—whether with friends or my sister or Mr. Wonderful—feels like a celebratory glass. Like there's a big reason to drink and internally toast to these good times.

I cannot stop looking at my hand. I'm sitting at work and OOOHH SPARKLE! It catches my eye and I have to stop what I'm doing to admire it.

Amidst the excitement and utter exhaustion, there's this strange sort of serenity. Like I know everything is going to be okay now. I'm safe. I'm grounded. I'm chosen.

When U2 was on my car stereo this morning, I felt the need to sing extra loud.

My Facebook page has exploded in a storm of well-wishes. It's astounding.

It's all rather bizarre and I want to document and remember it. No one ever told me it would feel like this. No one described what it would be like to check out a potential venue—the surreal quality of surveying a room, picturing yourself taking one of the biggest steps of your life. No one warned me that I'd get "Going to the Chapel" stuck in my head and find myself getting teary on a daily basis. No one ever told me it would be this good.