Dreams

There are officially only 39 days left til Scott and I get married. I can't wait. Scott always does the sweetest things. When I got home from California last Friday I came home to find my bedroom walls coated (and I mean COATED- it looked like wallpaper!) with hundreds of sticky notes, all with personalized messages. Every note had a thoughtful message, funny inside joke, or doodle, and even though I come home everynight to ten more sticky notes on my floor that have fallen off the wall, I still have hundreds more making up my love note collage. It was such a good surprise. Scott does this kind of stuff all the time, he is always trying to think up new ways to make me happy- he is great!

I was cleaning out my e-mail inbox today, clearing out 400+ messages that have no need to hog my e-mail space, and came across a few e-mails from past boyfriends. Now as many of you know, I have had quite a ride these last few years dating around, and even came close to marrying a few of these very nice other young men. As I read and deleted the e-mails and memories one by one, it came as a shock to me how dating anyone but Scott feels like a dream. Remembering that I went on dates, held hands, and even kissed boys who aren't Scott feels so weird to me now. I had so many other chances to pick someone else, and I can't tell you how glad I am I waited to find Scott. I always dated very outstanding young men, but all of them combined could not bring me the joy that Scott does.

Scott is the most thoughtful, caring, sincere, selfless, hard-working, loveable, dorky, charismatic, creative, kind, smart, and wonderful person, and he does so much for me. He tries his very hardest every single day to make me happy, and will do anything for me. He loves me so much and I am the luckiest girl in the world. We are going to be very happy together, and I just can't believe that I am almost didn't get him.

So I am grateful today, that I got to realize how much he does mean to me, and how little I remember even liking anyone else. He is my everything, and I am glad that everyone else is a fading dream, because if they weren't I wouldn't have Scott.