For we are bound by symmetry

We're getting married in three weeks. Twenty-one days. Less than a month.

I wondered if by now I'd have had any second thoughts or felt nervous at all about the prospect of being married to Dave forever.

The answer is no.

I was cleaning out some old files and came across a whole host of photos taken between early 2002 and mid 2004, almost all of me, all at college. I used to have a lot more, but they were stored online and lost as I either forgot passwords or websites stopped providing hosting services. I wish I'd been better about keeping track with them. It's strange to look back at all those photos (I took a lot) and remember everything associated with them.. who I was dating at the time, what color I'd dyed my hair, what classes I was taking, what my favorite clothes were.

I miss college (the first attempt) a lot. I miss all the potential, and having not made as many stupid mistakes, and the friends who were never more than a five minute walk away.

But in three weeks I'm going to be marrying the most wonderful man I've ever met, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him, and there's nothing in the world that I would trade for him.

I heard a song tonight by the Decemberists, one of my favorite bands. One of the things I like about them is their unbelievably beautiful lyrics. So, I'm including the song, for your listening pleasure, because it's got some lines that are so sweet they make me want to cry.

Three more weeks, and I can hardly wait.

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.”