I'm getting married today. I'm getting married today. I'm getting married today.

I've been repeating this to myself all morning and it still doesn't feel real.

I’m getting married today. To Kurt. Gorgeous, wonderful, perfect Kurt.

My Kurt.

The Kurt that I’ve been in love with since I was sixteen. Since that first “excuse me” on the Dalton staircase. We’ve come a long way since then. Even though I still think about it like it was yesterday.

I’m so clich�.

But I have a right to be, I think. Isn’t the day of your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life? So why shouldn’t my happiness include ridiculously cheesy one-liners and corny phrases that just so happen to perfectly express how I feel about my husband?

Woah.

That’s the first time I’ve called him that. It’s not even official yet.

But I like the sound of it. Husbands. Yeah. That’s nice.

And now I’m sitting here giggling like a fool while Cooper rolls his eyes at me from across the kitchen table. I don’t care. I’ll giggle like a fool all I want. I’m getting married today!

I’ve been thinking all week about how I want to give Kurt something. I mean, other than my vows and my ring and whatnot. I just thought it might be sweet to give him a little something to mark the start of this new chapter of our lives together. It seems obvious to me now, but it still took me days to realize it.

I’m going to give him this. My journal. I started it the day we met, and now it’s our wedding day.

It wouldn’t feel right to give him anything else.

Other than my heart, of course, but he’s had that for years.

Nine years, in fact. Nine years of my life are written here. Well, not here exactly. This is now the seventh book I’ve filled since meeting him. And now he’s going to read them all. Every word.

This is my last entry. Maybe I’ll start a new book someday, but for now, this is it.

Nine years. It’s hard to even comprehend that. Still, I think it’s time. New chapter, and all that.

So this is goodbye, I suppose.

It’s like I’m leaving an old friend.

But you’ll be in good hands. Kurt’s great with this sort of thing. Keepsakes. And promises. And other precious things.

Maybe that’s why I love him so much. He’s my precious thing. And I’m his. And it’s worked out pretty well so far, if I do say so myself.

So here goes nothing.