58 days

58 days.  By the time you read this, 57.


In 58 days I will be Mrs. Peter Arthur.


I am excited...
happy...
thrilled...
in love...

...scared stiff.


Not scared of getting married.  Not scared of being a wife.  Not scared of "until death do us part."


In 38 days Peter and I will technically be homeless.

And jobless.

And broke.


58 days till the wedding.


Then what?