Ten days to go and I am forced to admit that I haven’t even started on the vows. Neither has Joe. I know what I want to convey to him, but can’t seem to find time to put those words on paper. Between a few unplanned trips to Oregon and running errands, we have been busier than ever.
We plan to use a few of the traditional items—Joe still has to love me if I’m sick. I’ll promise to love Joe even if we win the lottery and suddenly find ourselves rich. I’m sure it’ll be a struggle, but . . . we’ll manage. I plan to work a bit of my personality into the vows and hope that he still says, “I do.”
I vow to write the vows . . . just not today.