Dearest,

Feeling a bit pensive today. Had dinner with Yean (Jin was there too)... Yean is leaving on Friday. I will miss her so.

Out of the blue, Yean said, "When you get married, schedule it for my summer hols, okay? I'll come back and be your bridesmaid." I was so touched. Then she added, "Just don't make me wear pink." I told her she can probably wear any colour she wants, except black!

Talking about our wedding is bittersweet. I've been feeling pangs lately when reading about happy couples...

So we're 88 days out (not that anyone is counting) and full-scale into preparations for the big day. I'm so pumped. The thought of being Justin's wife makes me grin ear to ear, and it's ridiculous, but I'll happily endure it. I keep on thinking that I couldn't be more sure about this, and then we go through a moment when he encourages me, or shows me grace when I'm stressed out, or simply makes me laugh til I have tears coming out of my eyes -- and amazingly, I'm even more convinced that this is everything I wanted and then some. I seriously didn't know it could be like this. I am fully myself, and fully loved.
—Stacey Rich

We took the two of them out for lunch today. When I had a few seconds alone with Brooke, I hugged her and whispered, "Thank you for marrying our son."

I don't know if she realized that she blushed, but she did. Maybe she doesn't know quite how much we adore her, how much we believe that she is the perfect girl for Scott, how grateful we are that they found each other.

"It's gone so fast," she said. "And yet it seems like we've known each other forever. We're very, very happy..."
—Katy Raymond

I fight not to say that it's not fair, not to ask what is wrong with me that I don't have someone who loves me that way, not to feel that I'm missing out and getting the raw end of the deal by being single. I fight not to fear that I'll always be alone, that this is only for other people but is never going to happen for me, that I'll never hear a man say that I'm one of the most wonderful things in his life.

I know it's cliche and whatever. But the years with Heather have been the best of my life. I feel like I've been shaken and put back on track. It's pretty rare that one gets a second chance in life and rarer still that one can do so without major concessions.

Say we could create what we thought would be our perfect partner. My partner creation would fall short of Heather in so many ways. I've been surprised, warmed and loved like never before in my life. I'm the luckiest man in the world. I don't really care if that sounds trite or cheesy, because at the end of the day, when the house is quiet, I look across the pillows at her face and see the future. I felt that way five years ago and it has only grown since.

When she rests her head against my chest and I put my arms around her, I知 home.
—Jon Armstrong

And deep down there's an insidious thought that it's just as well because I would make a terrible wife.