My luck runneth over...

One of the luckiest moments in my life is the day I met my fiancee. We were randomly placed on the same frisbee team. That evening I showed up to the frisbee fields, early of course. I didn't know anyone and I was nervous about my frisbee abilities. I remember checking out the team (not even for dates) but for interesting people. I was feeling a little like it was going to be a pretty uninteresting team until the last member showed up. That was Jff, running up, late, of course (I love him for it). He had a huge smile on his face and greeted everyone with such endearing, wonderful enthusiasm. I was instantly, intensely glad he was there. Not because I was thinking of dating him, just because he was happy, kind, and fun. And fun to look at, I will admit.

As we are now planning our wedding, I easily get caught up into details that don't matter. I am thinking, "I wonder if the $20 veil I ordered off of eBay will look like a converted fish net", instead of, "I am so incredibly lucky to be marrying the most wonderful person I have ever known- it doesn't matter what my stupid veil looks like." So I count myself fortunate that I am often reminded WHY I am marrying Jff.

It is the total understanding without words that exists so often, it is the life decisions we contemplate and solve together, it is the dinners that we make for each other, it is the paper we read next to each other, it is his bare bones adoration for Leo, it is the fact that I came home really late from work tonight and he wasn't annoyed, just glad for me that I had gotten a chance to talk to a friend of mine there.

So, sappy or not, I have to say, my luck runneth over...