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So this is it. The week of the wedding has came at last. Pretty excited to say the least. I catch myself thinking a lot more about the wedding and everything around it. I thought about when we first met. It was at the BCM here. I met the guy that led the worship there on a mission trip, he asked me to play and I did. Shortly there after the BCM was taking a mission trip. I went. I remember thinking that I hope the cute girl was going. She didn't. It was Jen.

Jen really is the greatest match for me. I look around and a lot of our friends are getting married. There is two ways to look at it I guess. I can either think, "man they are getting screwed." because they didn't get Jen. (go me) Or the way which is probably better, "They are a match like me and Jen are a match." And I hope they are. But its hard to imagine other people as perfect as me and Jen are for one another. Don't get me wrong. We don't agree on everything, like, how many times to use a towel before washing it, or what size television we should have. But you can't escape things like that i guess.

Am I excite? Yes, if I wasn't, then there would be something wrong with me.