Everyone is asking me if I am nervous yet. Some are asking me (you know who you are) if I am getting cold feet. None of that is happening, its just anxiousness! I want it to be Saturday already. I know I’m not going to get much sleep at all on Friday night/Saturday morning.
Fortunately though, I only have a VERY small amount of things to do before the wedding.
- Go to my Bachelor Party (Tuesday – Tonight)
- Pick up my Tux (Thursday)
- Go to the Rehersal Dinner (Friday)
- Pack all the stuff I need to bring and HOPE TO GOD that I don’t forget anything (rings, tux, shoes, etc.)
- Try to enjoy my own wedding and not feel overwhelmed by any of the attention.
I am lucky though to have so many friends and family attending the wedding. Special thanks go out to:
- My brother Mike – soon to be Dr. Chauvet (congratulations Mike! I know you don’t have your test scores back yet, but I’m positive you aced them!
- My friend Lee (congrats on your new job in the city too!) – You’ve been my friend longer then anyone and I’m glad that you will be there with me at the wedding
- My Best Man Bruce – I don’t know what I would do without you. I probably wouldn’t have my job that I have now if not for what I learned from you computer-wise
- My father, who regardless of the arguments (sorry – debates) we would ocassionally have (and often enjoy), I always knew loved me so much and I know he is proud of me. Our interests may be different, but I am like him in so many ways
- My mother – God bless her. I kept saying that I wished she could be with us on this happy day, but I know she will be. She’ll be watching over us from Heaven. I am who I am because of her most of all. I only wish Diana could have known her
- And of course Diana! Before I met her, my life was shallow, boring, and depressing. I am a much better, happier, more content person because of her.
So to those of you who will be at the wedding, I look forward to seeing you! And to those who couldn’t make it, I wish you could come, but I hope you’ll be with us in spirit on that day.
