Justin asked my dad over the weekend if he could marry me.
My dad said yes.
My little sister said, only if we don't have kids.
My dad's permission makes it real. Like, now I'm going to have to decide what kind of wedding I want, and when and all that stuff. This, more than anything else, makes me a grown up.
And that makes me scared. And excited. And sad. But more than anything, just really really happy.
It's like a small circus in my head.