The wedding is in four days and I'm really excited.
However, I have been having some troubling thoughts lately.
Thoughts that have crept up in the past.
Thoughts that usually lead to heartache.
Thoughts of an old addiction.
I think I want bangs.
Like any other addiction, I find myself rationalizing the behavior. "Maybe if I just get the right kind of bangs." "It's probably just that they were so short." "Maybe this time it will actually work out."
Needless to say, I'm not making any hair changes this week. There is comfort in the fact that my worried thoughts aren't about James, who I love so much I can't believe it, but they are about hair styles. Does that make me superficial? Probably.
I'm just glad I don't have cold feet.
In other news, I found these old pictures this morning.
Alex and Jordan