TEN!

In the eagerness of our gratitude, I sprained my ankle.
There is a massive mound of gifts lying in the dining room from the two wedding showers (and engagement party) that have been thrown for us. Ryan designed some delightful thank you cards with all sorts of woodland creatures on it, which we promptly filled out and enveloped.
That was two weeks ago.
So - finally - we decided to deliver them. Quickly. Too quickly. Dashing from gift-giver's house to gift-giver's house in flip-flops.... and then I was down.
I've sprained my ankles many times but this was quite excruciating, actually. Still is.

BUT. The reason I actually write this story is not to complain or be pitied (although I do hope for a fantasticly gruesome bruise to show off), but to gush about how sweet Ryan is.
He just helped me hobble into my house (I wouldn't let him carry me over the threshold - a little early for that) and then he ran up the dauting flight of stairs to the bathroom to collect my toothbrush and things. Before that, he bought me Advil and found me some ice and humored me by telling me I was strong (I cried like a baby).

And tonight was our 9 month dating anniversary. He took me to Cafe Kas. The chef often doesn't have any servers so he does everything himself, including a persuasive speech about why you should not complain that there isn't a menu and let him cook you what he wants for $30 a plate. No problem there. So we had bread with oil and white balsamic vinegar, a grilled caesar salad, escargot, brie with roasted garlic... and that was just the appetizers. The main dish was a heaping pile of organic veggies with generous portions of chicken, duck, his famous lamb, and haddock. The suggested shiraz-cabernet was perfect. Dessert was white chocolate ice cream with a raspberry center.
Amazing.

Our 9 month dating anniversary just happened to coincide with our ten-days-until-marriage celebration. Ten days! It feels like the most natural thing in the world that we will soon vow to help each other and be together forever. I love him.

Is it weird that the only thing that I'm nervous about is if I might have to limp up the aisle and around the dance floor?