29 days until I'm someone's wife. Someone who is so catastrophically different than I am, we may as well be from different planets. This is how it works. I'm easygoing, he's rigid and structured. Right now I'm baking brownies and drinking vodka. Right now he is at work, being "The Boss". I buy yellow wedding dresses and get tattoos without telling him. He informs me of any and all slightly major decisions.

This is how it is. The trick is to accept each other for who the other is, and understand that no vast or life altering change is likely to happen.

29 days, and I am so freaking excited