Every rose has it's thorn.

First off, this post is not about Rock of Love or Bret Michaels and his wig. That post will come at a later date.

It's about taking the good with the bad.

It's about eating the whole box of girl scout cookies and then feeling as though everything you have ever eaten in your life is about to come back up.

It's about overdrawing your bank account on a new book or some really rockin new fabric.

It's about watching the love of your life, your best friend, walk away from you with nothing but a small duffle bag and a pair of running shoes and knowing that when you see him in six weeks, he will be a changed person. It's about hoping that he is still the same cartoon, Rock Band, Slightly Stoopid loving person that walked away.

It's about letting him know that underneath it all, you are incredibly proud of him and that you cannot wait to be his wife.