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Scott here...

Nine days.

Or more specifically, 8 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes, and 29 seconds until I change the rest of life.

Crazy, right?

So may people love to ask, "Are you nervous?  Getting stressed?  Cold feet?"  It's pretty easy to respond.


See, it'd be one thing if I was just jumping out on a limb, trusting my gut, following my heart, and whatnot.  But that's not at all what's happening on the 19th.  My gut has nothing to do with it (although, that reminds me how much my fiance's perfectly honed body intimidates me and my thoroughly average build).

When I met Raegan, I thought to myself, "Well isn't that a fun person."  And that was it.  It wasn't until I felt that otherworldly push in late April that I began to see her differently.

The way she smiles like she can barely contain herself.

The way she loves people like they need it more than air.

The way she laughs in the face of struggle and adversity.

I made these posters for us that hang in our (soon to be) home.  Each one symbolizes a significant date in our story.  There is one that has the caption "Wow."  It comes from a conversation we shared at Jimmy John's, where Raegan began to fall for me.  The truth is, I could have made a poster with this caption for so many dates, so many times that I thought "Wow" about her and she thought "Wow" about me.  Luckily, we're still "Wow"ing each other every day (I hope that keeps up!) in ways both big and small.  In fact, it's the small things that tell me we're making the absolutely right decision.

Raegan asked me early on in our friendship--although looking back you could say she was testing waters--if I believed in soulmates.  I told her something along the lines of yes and no--mainly because I did not want to scare off my future bride--even though I didn't really believe the words coming out of my mouth.  What I wanted to scream was, "YES!  And by yes I mean US!"

See, it changes the way you approach getting married when you honestly believe this is the one person on the planet you are supposed to be with.  6,999,999,999 other people on the earth, and Raegan is the one I'm becoming one with.  Now, whether you believe in God or not, there is something powerful in that idea, that in the midst of all the chaos of our world, we still find our way to the one person who becomes our better half.

I go back and forth about a lot of things.

What to wear.

What to eat.

Where to go.

What to do.

But when it comes to the 1 in 6,999,999,999... not a bit.  How do you get nervous about that?  How do you worry if something so exact and precise is right?  There is no other answer to the question of "Should I do this?"

All I can say is "Wow."


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