18 DAYS

before I marry my best friend...18 days, and two hours, to be precise. And I like precision. Especially when it comes to this. Three years. Three years of engagement. Three years of long distance. Three years of seeing each other sporadically at best. Three years of missing each other,  of going to events alone, of wanting him here, but he can't be. Three years. And in 18 days, it will be over. Less than that, really, because I'll meet B at his parent's for all that last minute stuff in 12 days. 12 days! 12 days until we get to see each other every single day. 14 days until we get our marriage license. 18 days until I become his wife. Until B becomes my husband. Until we're together, a family, forever. And we believe in forever.

A few gratituous shots from our engagement session with my fantastic cousin:

Monster Rock is my favorite place in the Alabama Hills of southern California

This one went in the announcements.