i am in love, but love is hard and change is hard. it has been a difficult week and i'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of sunday, a lifeline i've come to long for as the roller coaster days pass by. 

blur blur blur. at an early age, i perfected the art of apologizing to my own journals and justifying the abandonment that occurred often within their pages. i would explain, in penmanship growing increasingly careless with each sentence, that life was a blur, time flew, and too much had transpired than i could ever hope to describe. i feel similar right now, with the added excuse of "but this time it's really true! planning a wedding is hard! planning a new life is hard!". though the engagement jitters are still alive and well, reality has definitely taken a seat on the end of my bed and settled in. i have a seemingly endless to-do list that grows overnight and unfortunately does not include taking a breath and the time to write. sometime soon i will steal a moment and think aloud, but until then, know that i am soaking, dripping in love. so wet and heavy with love i can hardly breathe.

"For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow." Rosemonde Gerard