on love, marriage and paul walker

i have been browsing unmentionables for my wedding trousseau.

if you know what i mean.

i also signed up for a personal trainer today.

these things are related.

because i would like to have a flat stomach when i don unmentionable items from my wedding trousseau.

if you know what i mean.

have i already said too much?

i have also been thinking about this.

(don't worry, it's totally PG.)

while i was in colorado last weekend i had breakfast with k8 and we got to talking about dating and engagements and marriages and i confessed that, even having now gone through the process of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with, the process remains an absolute mystery to me.

i think i just assumed that, once i had actually done it myself, i would be able to describe it-- what it feels like and how it happens-- and, even though everyone's life and experience and circumstances are different, i think i probably thought there might even be a chance that i could offer some type of informed insight.

instead i am just as baffled as i ever was-- let's face it, maybe even more baffled-- about how it is that a man and a woman meet each other, fall in love with each other and decide to be with each other forever.

i literally open the door sometimes to find AWD standing on my doorstep and think to myself, "now what in the world is he doing here?"

it still feels completely weird to me that he is around to stay.

weird in a good way, though, since i don't want him to go anywhere.

and so, as it turns out, my big piece of wise-engaged-lady insight is this:

there is no magic formula and no silver bullet solution.

there is no guarantee and there is no foolproof plan.

there is only hope and effort and faith and then one day a miracle.

a miracle that unfolds something like this.

one day i woke up and thought, "i like AWD so much i think i love him." and then one day i woke up and thought, "i think i love AWD so much i want to marry him." and then when he asked me i said yes.

and that, my friends, is all i know.

helpful, eh?

i went to see "fast five" last night and it was uh-mazing. i know you probably think that the fifth installment of a car heist franchise with vin diesel and paul walker as the top-billed stars is doomed to fail, but i am pleased to report that you are wrong.

it was awesome.

and just moments after i finished watching it i executed a beautiful, perfect parallel parking job on a crowded, busy street in old town.

coincidence?

i should think not.