Days Apart from my Betrothed: 2

Last Friday my parents and Becca's parents came to see me dress up in a black robe and a funny hat while I shook hands with people I have never met before. We also ate bread baked onto a stick. Then I sat down in a car with Amanda, Becca, Jared, and Katy. The car took us to Disneyland. That was a pleasant surprise. While at Disneyland, Indiana Jones saved my life three times, I had some delicious chicken on a stick, and someone drew a picture of Becca and Devin DeVore. Then we went to In and Out and went to Uncle David's where I was far too tired and filthy to present myself properly. They were really nice and it was easy to see why Becca likes them so much. Her praises rang true. It would be impossible to write about everything that happened. There were miracles like winning an extra hour at Disneyland and disappointments like standing in line for a broken down Space Mountain. There were joys like sneaking a kiss from Becca when no one was looking on the Peter Pan ride and sadness like saying good-bye to Becca when it was time for her to go home. Now I don't really know what to do myself. I left the apartment where a secret friend is letting me stay, and just wandered around with no place to be and no one to talk to. I'm not a fan of this in between period. I want to get married and start this new chapter of life with Becca. The closest thing I can compare it to is the couple of weeks before my mission. Not knowing what it's going to be like, not knowing really how to prepare for it, just waiting anxiously for it to happen. Marriage is a lot more exciting and a lot longer of a commitment than a mission though.

The Final Final

Tomorrow I will take an exam that will mark the end of an era. No more stress from here on out. I'll be done with school. No more projects, no more exams, no more deciding whether or not I can afford to skip class to go get some Rice King. Now I only have low stress things like moving, getting married, and starting a career to worry about. It's funny, but a homework assignment stresses me out more than getting married and completely changing my way of life forever. I guess one main difference is that I WANT to get married and it's something I'm looking forward to rather than procrastinating and dreading. Also, I know that Becca won't be giving me a grade and judging me. I won't have to check blackboard continually to see if I'm getting a passing grade in Marriage.

Yesterday we had our interview with the stake president. Now all we need is a marriage license and we can get married. We could get one now and elope if we wanted to. We won't....but we could. If we wanted a civil marriage, we could have been married a long time ago. Alan could have gone online to become a minister and we could have performed the ceremony at Del Taco. I'd wear one of those T-shirts that looks like a tuxedo, and Becca would wear an old prom dress. Then we would feed each other tacos and playfully smash them into the other's face. Then everyone would take pictures as the taco grease dripped down our cheeks and chins. Hmmm...of course that sounds nice, but I like how we're doing things better. The reception is going to be awesome. Becca's going to wear a beautiful wedding dress and I'll have a kicking tuxedo complete with ivory suspenders (you won't see them, but I'll have them). I'm grateful that Becca's family is putting everything together and giving us such an awesome wedding. They're working really hard and doing so much to put it all together.