Any previously existing wedding jitters have been replaced by a flurry of excitement waiting to explode into colorful confetti. Everything is finally coming together; the 2 tier cake lemon chiffon and coffee flavored in each respective tier crowned off with a dash of dark pink peonies has been chosen, the Vera Wang fitted and sent for alterations, the flowers picked to preen bouquets, the silver Enzo Angiolinis purchased, the wedding stationary inspected, the invitations mailed out, the church paid for… The pieces of a puzzle will fit together to form a stunning picture in 6 weeks. I can’t wait to see Patrick in a little over a week and more than anything else, I desperately can’t wait for our lives to finally meld together. Every time I picture our wedding, a bubble of excitement rises because this is all a secret to Patrick who will enjoy the intricacies of our wedding affair. Tonight, I lie on my bed and brushing aside the cliché of it all I want to shout my happiness from our rooftop into the darkest night. In Portland during the past week of amazing weather, my heart sings merrily below the clear blue skies everyday and I feel invincible like never before.