This day has been fast approaching since my fiance Stu and I got engaged this past October, and almost every day after that has involved checking some sort of wedding-ish task off the list of things to tackle when planning and orchestrating your own big day. My nerves as well as my sanity have most certainly been challenged in these recent weeks, as everything is becoming more and more of a reality. But despite my panic attacks and pre-marital jitters, in addition to the anxiety that comes along with simultaneously quitting one job (to start a MONUMENTALLY better one) and slowly but surely making a reality my itsy bitsy vintage business, my heart of hearts still melts every single morning that I wake up next to the man I am so fucking insanely in love with.
Because in the end, we're it. He's it. My (soon to be) stepson's it. Our family's it. We're essentially Team Jacobs. And we kick ass. And pretty soon, my awesome friend Corryn will marry us, and then we get to kick ass til death. Boom.
