I leave tonight for what I'm sure will be a fun-filled bachelorette par-tay weekend in New Jersey.
There will be a group of my closest friends, sun (hopefully), laughter, and more than my fair share of feather boas, as well as a bridal shower one day.
My bridesmaids have been FANTASTIC in their planning and secret-keeping and I am really looking forward to leaving tonight. I'm packed with enough clothes to last me two weeks or more and I'm so happy!
I just went through what is likely going to be the hardest part of this weekend. I had to say goodbye to Scott.
I'll more than likely leave the house before he gets home from work tonight and he's not one to call a million times when I'm away, so we probably won't be having any deep convos until Monday night when I return.
And that's fine. My ultra-feminist side screams out amid the smoke from my burning bra and says I don't need a man to make me happy, damnit.
And I don't.
But Scott just honestly and naturally makes me so happy with so little ease. He's my other half for sure, and I doubt I'd even need a bachelorette party, or a wedding for that matter, if he didn't complete me. (Oh, you Jerry Maguire fans just high-fived one another thinking about that scene.)
Plus, my usually non-sappy fiance got way too deep just before we went to sleep last night, telling me to have a blast but that he'll miss me a lot.
He likes me, he really likes me!!!
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin'...