Do you mind if I share wedding thoughts in spurts?

In the car, on our way to LA, I was doing the jitterbug in my sit. I just wanted to get THERE. That boy, I wanted to get there to marry that boy! I clung to dad's seat in front of me, I pushed my face up against the car window glass, I just needed to get there. As we pulled onto the street that takes you all the way to the front steps, seeing the temple, I was ready to get out and run. It's just that my head has tried to fast forward to this moment oh-so-many times, and I always hit a huge block . . . but I was so close to just being there, feeling it, saying YES! out loud. Anyhow, I was excited. I may have even done a little fist pump after the ceremony. And now we're together (except for the fact that I leave in 9 days. woops) and yet it seems like it's always been this way. Living together always seemed like the only option for Spencer and me. Although technically we now live together with at least 4 other people, but those are mere details.