My fiancé, Krissy, blogged at 4 AM about the amazing love and generosity that surrounds us. While she was at her computer blogging, about a mile and a half away from my apartment, I was laying in bed with my eyes open. I had just woken up.
Last night, I crawled into bed at 11:30 PM, and laid there for what seemed like hours. By my best estimates, I laid in bed awake until 1:30 or 2 AM. And then woke up 2 or 3 hours later, to wait for the sun to come up and grant permission to officially get up.
So here I am, blogging at 8:36 AM after several hours of sleep. My thoughts have been overwhelmed with the enormity of what’s happening on Saturday. Two lives, united. Not a small decision. Maybe one worth spending the night lying awake in bed.
Or maybe I should have gotten out of bed and written a little bit. Maybe it would have helped.
Part of me hopes that tonight’s sleep will be better, but I am not expecting it. The overwhelming sense of support, generosity, family, and friends will continue to pour in as people come into town. I have no idea what will consume my waking and sleeping thoughts for the next 29 hours….or even the 24 hours after that. It’s kind of terrifying.
But I couldn’t be more excited. Despite butterflies and nerves that are flying around in my stomach, I know that I love this girl, and I cannot wait to embark on life’s journey together.
But until then, I may not be able to sleep. Maybe I’ll write some more at 3 or 4 tomorrow morning.