Two Months

Two months left before I am a Mrs. Two months, 8 weeks, 61 days. That’s crazy! Two years ago, I remember sitting in my dorm room talking with a friend about the odd chance that we could be dating in two years. We didn’t even joke about the chance that one of us would be getting married. It didn’t seem to be in either of our cards, at the time. Little did we know, I guess.

Sometimes when I talk to Kyle, it’s as if I forget who he is and then remember all at once. For a moment, I remember who he was to me two years ago — a stranger. Then, I look at time (as we skype), and I think it’s so fascinating that he’s the one person in the entire world that is the least-stranger to me. How’d he do that? It’s crazy — it’s just all crazy.

Two months.
Crazy.