We're taking our engagement photos in two hours. He doesn't think I need this much time to get ready, but he's got to understand I have to cake on another layer of nervous makeup. And fluff my hair a little more. I don't realize how much of it there is until I don't put it in a ponytail and whip out a can of whoop-ass hairspray.

This moment I have Texas Hair the likes of which may have never been seen before. But I'm not complaining, no sirree. I have EARNED this hair. I am BLESSED. You better just wait. I'll post the picture. Of course, it's 110 in the shade. It may drop the moment we walk out the door.