I am nineteen years old.
I live in a small desert city, in the wide lap of tall, purple mountains.
I am engaged to a man named Jordan. He is twenty-two.
He proposed in October, we're marrying in June.
Yesterday, I bought my wedding dress.
Today, I argued with my mom, had somewhat of an emotional meltdown, was talked down from the edge by Jordan, and I learned that not only do I have the most wonderful, loving parents around, but I am also blessed beyond all belief to be marrying a man who is strong, patient, forgiving, and absolutely unwilling to let me flounder in my own vices.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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