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| Hello readers!
It's time to say good-bye to Xanga. Thanks for being such faithful readers! I'm hoping the new blog well help me more with my future in writing. That's the idea anyway.  My new blog is heathercolletto.blogspot.com. I hope to hear from you there.
So, to the crushing freshman that started this blog, I leave you with this:
Finally,
Heather Colletto | | |
| I'm getting married on Saturday to Michael Colletto. If the Heather Wenzel that started this Xanga years ago could see that written. Ha. Heck, if the Heather Wenzel that posted on this Xanga even a year ago today, she'd be in utter disbelief. The moment I met him, I was smitten--that white dress shirt, those blue eyes. I marched right home and called my mother and told her I'd found the man I was going to marry. We became best friends shortly thereafter, and that is what we're going to stay.
My life is beautiful. It could not be more perfect. I'm marrying my dearest friend, I'm finishing my English degree at a great school, and we're moving to Europe in the fall to write and travel and experience the world together. We're going to spend a week in Boston, then Peru, then days and days learning to love well and fight fair in our adorable apartment that we are addicted to--our own little world where we are safe in each other's arms.
I am so blessed with family and friends that have made me feel so loved, so special, and so looked-out for. They've tirelessly helped with wedding plans, listened to my nerves and my joy, and bought me lingerie. I cannot wait to see all the people in my life that I love in just a day or two. It will be a fast weekend, and bittersweet because I don't know when I'll see them again. But we'll have enough fun this weekend to last a lifetime. Brittany is here, sleeping next to me and chatting away with me. It's exactly how things should be.
So, yeah. The next time I post I guess I'll be a wife. I'm ready. We've had so much fun being engaged, but I am ready to be united in Christ in all ways--the joys and the impossibilites--to this beautiful man God created just for me. | | |
| 1. I was there when the Gap doors opened at the mall today at 6 AM. After over an hour, I left with a bag of giftcard purchases (Thanks, Mike's mom!!) and strode by Gap. Well, I just HAD to have that red carcoat in the window, so I found the defective one on sale, returned another sweater I'd just bought, then bought the new one instead. (I had purposefully left my wallet in the car so I only had the gift card at my disposal.) Then, when the girl at the register was bemoaning the early hour saying, "Yeah, someone was here when we opened this morning," I replied: "What? Oh my gosh, that's crazy."
2. I rocked out a 3.9 19-credit semester a few weeks ago. I got a stupid B+ in math, but not-getting-an-A was an English major requirement, so I'm okay with it.
3. This was my first Christmas without my family. It was harder than I thought. I baked my mom's recipes to ease the pain. I was surprised at how aware I was that it was a day without them.
4. This was my first Christmas without my grandmother. She loved Christmas, and she was so generous, and always had bright red sweaters to match her lipstick. I've been okay since her funeral in May, but I'm starting to understand she won't be at my wedding next week, and it hit me hard with Christmas. I was skipping through Target at about 10 PM the other night (see what I'll do to avoid holiday shoppers?) and ran into an aisle of Queen Anne chocolate-covered cherries, our annual gift to her when we were younger. She never ate them, always doling them out to us instead. I told this story crying into Mike's shoulder in the Target aisle, and he didn't mind.
5. This weekend, all my nervousness about my marriage to Mike went away. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've been onboard since about, oh, fall 2004, but of course I've been thinking sometimes, "Really? Heather, MARRAIGE. Really?" When Mike held a crying Heather for the millionth time, this time in the middle of Target, I felt all that nervousness fading. The next night, when we went to a Christmas Eve Eve service at Tenth, it vanished completely. We stood a mere feet away from where we'll stand at the altar on our wedding day in the candlelight, and he held a hymnal in one hand with his other on the small of my back, bellowing out verse after verse of "Hark! The Herald Angel Sings" and I knew we were going to be okay.
6. I am getting married in ten days. I'm getting married next week. Next Saturday. Woah.
7. My sister knitted my orange-and-yellow-striped fuzzy mittens that have a right thumb that folds back, freeing the thumb for primarily an iPod adjustment without removing the whole glove; I've since discovered I can rub my nose, scratch my head, flip through a magazine, and use a lighter without more than a healthy fear of setting myself on fire whilst wearing said mittens.
8. I have burned my left ring finger twice this week, as well as the side of my left pinky. Twice was with a banana. (Long story.) They blistered, then popped while I was making Christmas goodies. (What? I had to tell SOMEONE.)
9. I wrote my wedding vows over a tall Christmas Blend coffee at Starbucks on Christmas Day while Mike worked behind the counter.
10. One year ago today, I was exhausted from a crazy spring semester at Cedarville, an emotional summer home, and a life-changing semester overseas. I was in Philadelphia, moving into my first apartment on the main street of a little history town called Haddonfield. And, goshdarnit, let me say it again, I was over Mike Colletto, and I didn't want to think or hear about it, okay?
11. I wasn't. | | |
| I am moving into a boy's apartment. What? | | |
| I got an e-mail from Mike with this as the subject line: "hey, hey, hey...guess what?"
It read: "we're getting married."
That's the general feeling of these days. In eighteen days, Michael and I will be getting married, and life as I know it will be all kinds of different. I'm writing German vocab flashcards and penning my vows at the same Panera Bread table in the corner.
Oh, what a great life. | | |
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