Daily Newsie

It is now less than two weeks until our wedding, and I’m beginning to get nervous. I am by and large incapable of seeing the “big picture,” so I tend to move through life a day/week/semester at a time with no real goal in mind — I figure I’ll get there when I get there, and then I’ll see what’s going on. So making a commitment like, oh, spending every day until the end of time with someone is a little new and a special blend of exciting and frightening.

“So what are we going to do?” I asked my fiance’ as we waited for our entrees at our favorite steakhouse last night. “You know, with our lives?”

He had some good answers: travel Europe, be the cool aunt and uncle to our nieces and nephew, adopt a handful of dogs. Maybe buy a house, maybe not. Take fabulous vacations. Eventually find a place between Indiana and Pennsylvania so we can help take care of our parents when they get up in years. Climb our way out of school-related debt and sack away all we can for an excellent retirement. Somewhere in the middle of all this, I would like to take the time to be the kind of volunteer who always has her fingers in something, become a master of the kitchen, and learn how to keep a clean house.

I suppose that’s enough to keep us busy for the next 50 years or so, huh? I’m trying hard to see past the end of my own nose, since lately I’ve been buried beneath a deluge of marriage-related material (completely coincidental) that’s scaring me a little, and I’m trying to picture what’s going to happen to us in the coming decades. I guess there’s only one way to find out, and that’s to take the plunge!