I'm getting married. But you know what... I'm tired of waiting for the "big" day, I'm tired of talking about it, and I'm tired of folks asking me if I'm ready.

The days aren't dragging by just because I have so much to do with finishing up this last class for my summer session and mentally prepping what I can move out of my closet so Justin will have space for his clothes. My Matron of Honor would tell me to simply enjoy the moment, she's been telling me that since my Thursday Night dates with J (check the story at www.mywedding.com/diayleandjustin), but I can't seem to enjoy it because I'm so busy. I was talking to a sister the other day who is in the midst of planning her wedding about how ready I am just for the nitty-gritty of the marriage. I would have loved a destination wedding, white sand, Caribbean breeze and coco bread on the dinner menu. I understand that marriage will be hard work, I understand that blending two families will be difficult, but I'm ready for the practical application. I'm ready to learn new elements of Justin: the rhythm of his breathing as he sleeps, if he leaves his clothes on the bathroom floor, will he dust because he knows that I don't like to. And I'm sure we're both in for a learning curve, but I'm ready for that part. I'm ready to learn about myself, will I adjust quickly to having a for real roommate (yeah, yeah, yeah, Jamiel lived with me, but at times I only new he was there because food would go missing) or will I become frustrated because someone is taking up half my bed? Will I try and hide things that I do for fear that Justin will look at me funny... or will he just suck it up because he's my husband and I'm his wife?

I'm ready for the wedding day to be over, and ready for my marriage to begin!

I love my...

natural hair. While combing out my wrap this morning I flashbacked to a conversation I had a week before my senior prom. For those who don't know, I didn't go natural until November of 2001. During the conversation with a former close friend, I was trying to talk her into perming her hair again for prom instead of risking a ruined 'do due to rain that was in the forecast. The thought of that conversation made me giggle. I was so adamant that she just perm it, why would she want to deal with the mess of being natural.

After 8 years of being natural, I went back to the life of the perm. But, after the 2nd month of a perm I was done with the whole concept. I missed my 'fro, I missed the volume that comes with being natural, I missed being able to just wash and go. So, after only about 7 months I cut all my hair off again. Well, after 7 months my hair is growing back nicely ...which would have been a DISASTER with the wedding in 23 days, huh... and I love it. I recently got it pressed to do a test run for the wedding and I love the versatility that my hair provides.

I love my natural, my crazy wavy-curly pattern, I even love the crazy straight piece that remained after my last press. The natural style fits me well and it only helps me to embrace all that God took the time to knit together to make me!