I'm getting married in 42 days. It's been in the planning stages, well, ever since I can remember. Was it just me and my sister who used to stage our weddings, putting mom's half slips over our hair, make-believing a beautiful ornate veil? I cannot remember a time when I did not want to be a wife, "to have and to hold" someone "till death do us part."

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in some dream world, like I'll wake up and it won't be real. Sometimes I'm just scared to death; you know how it is - when a dream becomes reality. At the end of it all though, I want to be the wife he always dreamed of. And beyond that, I just really want to be a wife.

So, cheers to 42 days...and then life begins!