The Luckiest
(After multiple hours of wedding invitation addressing and to-do list making, breakdowns and weird cravings are totally normal. Just laying some ground rules.)
Me: I really want Golden Spoon
Adam: It’s 9:30 pm… I bet they’re closed.
Me, downcast: Yeah.
Adam, a few minutes later: I looked it up, they’re open.. you stay here, I’ll go get you some.
<Fast-forward twenty minutes>
Me, enjoying a cappuccino frozen yogurt and giving my loving soon-to-be husband a grateful kiss. It’s a small thing, yes, but I am the Luckiest.
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