what was I doing? Probably not getting any work done. Was too nervous. Thinking about what I was going to wear. Wondering what we were going to do. Wondering if I’d like this boy. Wondering if he’d like me.

I guess he did.

And because of that date I went on three years ago, this weekend I had plenty of wedding stuff to do. Went to see my dress and to pick out a dress for my junior bridesmaid. (My highly intelligent and spunky ten year old cousin Madeline.) Took engagement pictures on Sunday. Browsed wedding bands with Regan that afternoon. (Found one I want v badly. Hope George agrees. If not, it’s okay. Of course it’s just symbolic. Can I help it if I want my symbol to be an antique openwork flower-and-vine diamond studded band? Really it’s not as expensive as it sounds.)

Am excited about my date tonight. Dinner but I don’t know where.