:: katie ::

So this is what it's come to, this squealing-laughing-trying to imagine what you being Mrs. will be. This is a long ways from ducky slippers and cross country, or twin day when you even twinned the Cape of Silence I had to wear that week. You've always been good at making me feel like I'm ok, even though I shoud know that anyways, and at telling me when I'm not, which I should also know on my own. But two are better than one, as you know now more than ever. And I couldn't be any happier for you: two, soon to be one.