*I began writing this a week ago in the midst of being ill but finished it today.* It's been a year. It's been a year since I casually started chatting ( online) with and getting to know the man I'm going to marry in 214 days . Those hours spent chatting online were some of the best, and some of the funniest, conversations I've ever had. It's been a year since I nervously sang at rehearsal while he watched from the balcony. Then... he talked to me. In person . *Did you hear that giddy, school-girl squeal?* It's been a year since I sat next to him on the couch at our fellowship group's Christmas party and watched Die Hard . Oh yes. Old-school. Bruce Willis with guns. And with hair. Very romantic. :) It's been a year, but it seems like I've known him my whole life. These last few (or 10 or 11...I've lost count) days I've been sick. Coughing, aching, sneezing, throat-burning, voice-losing sick. I hate being sick. It makes me feel wea...