Dear Diary,

Oh, it's excellent! I'm walking down that aisle in only fifteen minutes! Fate's finally paying me back for everything it's given me, and then some! Right now, I'm just waiting, practicing walking in this long wedding dress so I don't trip. Oh, and writing in my diary, of course!

"Oh, Rosie-Posie, you look gorgeous!" Mother shrieked when she walked in, getting teary-eyed at the sight of me in my wedding dress. After much shopping, searching, and consideration, we had decided upon an elegant white dress with a sweetheart neckline, thin lace straps for sleeves, and lace covering the bodice. my hair is in an updo, accentuated by a headband that matches the dress. I hope Ponty loves it, the way we love each other.

"Thanks, Mother," I smiled. "And you can always visit us, over in New Rochelle."

Last week, Ponty and I pored over newspapers in the kitchen at my house, searching for the perfect house for the future Mr. and Mrs. Finch, the soon-to-be newlyweds, to live.

"This house? In Brooklyn?" Ponty pointed to a two-story, three bedroom house. Because of how far up the ladder Ponty is, we can afford somewhat expensive houses.

I took in every detail. "No. There's hardly any yard space. When we have children, they'll need somewhere to have tea parties and picnics or, I don't know, play football and wrestle."

Ponty considered this, thinking of how our children could have fun in a big backyard. "Good idea. What about this one in Yonkers?" He pointed to another.

It was a cute house. Big, but not too big, with a backyard almost as big as the house. Nice, really, but...

"How's this?" I pointed to another house I liked. Five bedrooms, big backyard. I could definitely imagine living out my fantasy life with J. Pierrepont Finch as my husband in that house.

He leaned over, laying his head affectionately on my shoulder as he looked at the picture. A delighted shiver went down my spine. Who knew, when we first met, that this would happen?

"Oh, I like this! It's really nice!" He kissed me on the cheek. "Where is it?"

I'd forgotten to look at that essential part of the house. I glanced over at the address, then smiled. "New Rochelle."

"I love it!" He exclaimed, jumping onto one of the kitchen chairs in excitement.

I laughed. "Ponty, get off of the chairs! They're not very sturdy!"

He grinned at me, but then he lost his balance, stumbling. I gasped, grabbing his hand. He steadied himself, then turned his face to smile at me. "I meant to do that," He joked, sitting down on the chair. He pulled me closer to him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and gently kissed me. "Just a few more days," He whispered in my ear.

Now, here I am, ready to go. Soon, I will be Mrs. Finch, living with my dear, beautiful husband, the Chairman of the Board, in our dream home in New Rochelle.

A thought just hit me - what if things change? What if he stops being in love with me? What if I stop being in love with him? Then we'd be...lovers who don't love each other!

I am going down the aisle in a minute or so, but I'm so scared now! "Mother," I whisper. "I'm scared. Is this a good idea?"

She rolls her eyes at me. "You're making a great choice. Stop writing in that little diary and get married. I love you."

I can do this. But...I need to stop writing now, so I can go get married to J. Pierrepont Finch. I love writing those words! Anyway, written for the last time ever before it's old news...

Rosemary Pilkington