Certifiable

It's official, Marc and I are certified to wed in the State of Pennsylvania. Bring it on!

M Zipcar-ed in to PA to meet me Monday morning to retrieve whatever bridal shower gifts (from Sunday) we could fit in our borrowed Scion. While we were both in the State on a weekday morning, we drove over to the Bucks County Courthouse in Doylestown to get our marriage certificate. I was way more excited than I thought I'd be!!! Who knew paperwork could be so exciting?!?

The Courthouse

Call me a nerd, but stacks of old books get me every time. And when the stacks are volumes of records of every marriage in Bucks County, PA- where Marc and I both grew up and met and fell in love and are getting married- I downright swoon over them:

It feels like all the pieces are falling into place. Despite any high stress moments (or months) that have plagued our year so far, in 4 weeks we will be partnered for keeps. By the State, and by God if we believe in that stuff, and by the love of our families and each other, it will be official. And I think, even though we've been living together for four years and dating for 8, that it will actually feel different. Better. Happy, content, and settled after a rocky year of job decisions and all-consuming epic wedding plans.  I am SO very much looking forward to calling Marc my husband.

It's funny what a couple questions, signatures and musty old books can do for a gal's spirits. Adorable historic Doylestown on a gorgeous day doesn't hurt either.