The V Word by Christine

Vows. Vows. Vows. Currently, this word is the bane of my existence. In a few short minutes, I’m supposed to tell John why and how much I love him in front of my closest friends and family without sounding generic, corny, or totally lame. Is this possible? No. I really don’t think it is. Initially I told myself that I would Google it and all would be well. I’d sound like Walt Whitman and Emily Dickenson combined, and the audience would bawl their eyes out with how romantic and unique my vows were. This is when I realized that although Google solves most problems, I don’t think it will solve this one. In fact, that was probably one of my worst wedding ideas to date (this list includes: wearing shoes with clear stripper heels, donuts shaped as bride and grooms instead of a cake, and having my bachelorette party at a drag queen bar- oh wait, that one is actually happening). So, here I am less than 2 months away from “the big day” (I really despise this phrase after reading as many wedding magazines as I did over the past couple of years), and I have no vows to call my own except this ranting blog entry with the word “vows” in it. So, John, friends, family, and everyone else out there- please expect a poem, a haiku, or maybe just some tears and disoriented babbling. I have no idea what I’m going to write, but I do know that it’ll probably be corny, I’ll probably be crying (happily), and it’ll probably be… perfect.