I am waiting right now to take Jeff to the airport for his trip back to Jakarta. Last time early this year I also sent him and his soon-to-be fiancee to the airport. Of course I didn't know anything back then (and probably so did she) that that dude was going to propose this time. Surely he did. So when they come back from this trip, they will be husband and wife. I can't imagine what he is thinking right now, excited, i am sure, happy, of course, fear, maybe. But this is the thing about him though, that he seems to be pretty relaxed. Good for him. I don't know about me. I don't know what I was thinking too, once upon a time, when I said I was ready to marry. Looking back from now, I don't think I was ready at all. You know, it's always a bizzare to imagine the "what ifs" in your life. The caveat is not just to think about what if you did but also what if you missed it. That latter one starts to creep in my thoughts.
All right, the lucky dude is here. Got to go.