You've been warned. This post was written by a sappy cheeseball. Uh... me. With influences from Bob.
Yesterday was my wedding shower, hosted by Bob's family. It was super sweet and we got some good stuff. In talking with all those ladies who have known Bob since either he was born or they were born, I was so proud to be his bride.
Thinking about me and Bob finally being together still catches my breath. We were friends for so long, best friends who knew everything about each other. And now to marry that person? Holy crap. How did I get so lucky? How did HE get so lucky? Kidding.
When we first started dating, sometimes we'd be in a discussion and it would hit us out of no where that we weren't just friends anymore. We'd be talking about his previous relationships or mine, discussing details that good friends share. Then it'd dawn on us that talks like those should be weird. One of us should be jealous. One of us should say something shocking that the other didn't already know. But that never happened. We just talked. Like friends.
So next month, we'll become Bob and Candi Smoot. Spouses. Best friends. Sappy cheeseballs.
