A cheesy kind of love.

He tells me that everything is better with cheese. I can't really say I disagree. There is almost nothing in the world that is better than cheese. I love cheese. Like really love.

This post is not about cheese. Though that would, someday when I have writers block, be a great idea. This post is about love, because one of the only things in the world that I love more than cheese is love.

Let me just tell you....I love, love, loooooove being in love. Don't let my over-excitement fool you. I resisted. When Brad first said those 3 little words I panicked. I became close-throated and short of breath. And then instantly decided to pretend it never happened. He didn't mention it, so I figured I was in the clear. Then he said it again....

And I was still like a deer in headlights, but this time I had had time to prepare. So I said it back. It wasn't that it wasn't true, it's just that I wasn't ready for him to know. How could I really believe that he loved me, just because he said it a couple of times? How could I be sure that if I gave him my heart that he wouldn't carelessy toss it aside? I didn't know how any of it was going to turn out, but I was ready to take that risk.

It was the best decision I've ever made. When I told myself to stop thinking, stop resisting, stop worrying and just feel I discovered my best friend. I discovered the one person who I can spend every single waking moment with, repeat all of our stories, and (yes) even argue with and still not get bored. I discovered the man that not only do I want to grow old with but the man I see myself growing old with. Every night when I arrive home to find him waiting for me by the door ready for a "hello" kiss, I think to myself how lucky I really am.

I over-think things.

Sometimes, okay most of the time, I over-think my over thinking.

Fortunately, my husband-to-be has mostly accepted my idiosyncrasies.

I do, on occasion, catch his gaze wandering or a blank stare occupying his face.

I chalk that up to the fact that I tend to repeat and over-analyze almost everything I come into contact with.

I refuse to believe he either finds me boring or, worse yet, does not understand the way my mind works.

I sit there some times over over-analyzing the thirty second conversation we just had about the weather girl's summer vacation and realize that I am insane.

I am out-of-control insane.

When they warn you about the girl with the crazy-eyes, they are talking about me.

I don't mean that in a "hide your loved ones" kind of way.

I mean that in an "I'm so in love, nothing in the world can stop me" kind of way.

If I have to trade being a neurotic member of society for being happy and in love, guess which one I'm going to choose...

EVERY TIME.

Introduction

Less than a year from now I am going to marry my best friend.

Less than a year from now I am going to commit my life and my heart to the only person who's ever really understood me.

Less than a year from now I am going to vow to honor, cherish, obey, and love the only man I've ever given my entire heart to.

I am not perfect, he is not perfect - we are, however, perfect for each other.

I never thought I'd meet a man who would bring me pizza instead of flowers. I never thought I'd fall for someone who'd already been married 3 (yes THREE!!!!) times.

I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. I stopped believing in soul mates a while after that. I stopped believing in true love about 8 years ago. I stopped believing in love altogether shortly after.

He has shown me that love is real - sometimes you just have to look in unexpected places to find it. He has shown me that true love is absolutely possible, if you let your guards and your walls down. He has shown me what a real soul mate and a real best friend is - we are without a doubt two halves of a larger whole. He has shown me that even though fairy tales are just stories, I am worthy of feeling like a princess.

And at the end of the day, what girl doesn't want to be treated like a princess?