I've only been alive for 22 (almost 23) years, but lately I've noticed that I look back and categorize different parts of my life into "chapters." For example: college, high school, junior high, and elementary school years; the years I lived in Salt Lake, the years I lived in Woodland Hills. Some of it, though, is categorized a little differently: Dream Street days, Hawaii, the summer on my bike, 2010, "ninth grade." (junior high was awful).
And over the last few weeks, I've realized that the time has come for another chapter to close and another one to open. Usually these endings and beginnings can go unnoticed, because it all happens without you really even realizing it... but this chapter is a little different. I know that on June 21st, 2012 I will no longer be just Kelsie Christensen. I will no longer live by myself, make decisions just for myself, or do whatever I want to do every day. In some ways that's scary, in others, nothing has made me more happy or fulfilled.
And then I get texts sometimes, like today at 9:57 AM which read: "I am excited to marry you." And then I wonder how on earth I lived 22 (almost 23) years and chapters, without him by my side every day. I would say that life is one gazillion times better with Max than it would be with even one million sweedish fish and bike rides and sunsets in Hawaii ... plus a years supply of diet coke.
I've never been more content and ready for so many good (and fun, and carefree, and becoming) chapters to close, in order for the most special one to open.