I’ll be getting married. I have a love/hate relationship with this whole thing already. I hate weddings. I love that Tarri got her officiant attire at a costume store. I hate white. I love that I’m going to alter my dress into something completely different. I hate traditional patriarchal ritual. I love that not only with Dr. Seuss be a part of my wedding, but it might even be read by a pirate. I hate all that religious reference. I love that a church will let me do a “Christian” ceremony on their property when the only thing Christian about it is the place. I hate uncomfortable shoes. I love that my dress is long enough so that I can wear big black boots under it. I hate having my picture taken. I love that my friend is coming to do the pictures.
Nothing else really matters. My life turned out just like I wanted it to.
Except that Abrah won’t be there to yell out “Take her!”