I won't pretend for even a moment that Amanda's influence on my life is gone. It will never be gone. I spent 14.5 years with her and we produced one amazing little guy, but daggone am I excited about the next phase of my life.
K is beautiful, intelligent, funny, dorky, nerdy, and perfect. Alastair adores her almost as much as I (and has frequently told me that he'll marry her too, once he grows up).
People have been asking me if I'm nervous. I'm not. I'd be a fool to be blithely walking into any commitment without fully vetting my fiancee, and we're incredibly compatible. The minister performing the ceremony says he's never (in over 20 years) seen a couple so compatible--at least from our standardized couples' test scores. She may choose to believe it has nothing to do with us both being Year-of-the-Rabbit Virgos, but I know what's what.
Nor am I sad to end my bachelorhood. Dating is horrible. Everyone has games and walls and baggage, or worse. K brings none of that. Since the majority of our relationship has been from a 140 mile distance, we've had to be extremely open and honest. And she's astonished me every step of the way.
I love you, K, and I'm so ready to be your husband.