I have three rather large fears.

One. I'm terrified that people are going to laugh at me when I get lost on my way en route somewhere. I could be driving some place new or trying to meet people in a restaurant.
Two. Tornadoes make me crawl into a corner, shuddering, with my hands over my ears.
Three. Any type of formal gathering of people such as a wedding, reception, or family reunion.

You can see that these would be a problem for several reasons. First, I live in Iowa. Iowa has tornadoes. Iowa has lots of tornadoes. Second, I'm getting married in June. My reception is in August. Third, I have children and they like to leave the house occasionally, which means I have to drive somewhere new occasionally.

Great.

So far we've established that I have to face my fears if I'm going to continue to live in Iowa, make it to my wedding, and let my children have a normal life. Luckily, though, Aaron (remember him?) knows all about my irrational weird fears. He even embraces them supports me.

One major way in which he's been understanding of my fears is our mutual decision to get married in a private ceremony on St. Lucia this summer, instead of having the huge formal wedding he and his loved ones were envisioning. I am very thankful of him for supporting me in this even through pressure from others to walk the line and do what is traditional and expected. Now I don't have to worry that I'll get gas, pass out, bleed through my dress (yeah, I said it), have a booger, kiss him crappily, forget to say "I do", get a frog in my throat so I can't say "I do", get an itchy butt, or a multitude of other things that were sending me into a panic attack.

Now I can just concentrate on him and our love for each other.

Phew.

If only I could eliminate tornadoes or bad driving directions as easily.

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