"Gee, Josh, I don't know..." Sure, he's just made me the happiest I've been in . . . I don't know . . . forever. But if I don't start having some fun with him he's going to combust. I mean, I adore sweet, sappy Josh. But the guy can only go so long without saying something stupid. And we are at our best when we banter.
"There's my parents, my sister and brother, their families, your Mom, the Bartlets . . . you know, I think Will could put together another White House Wedding before the Inauguration."
"You are an evil, evil woman." He says with a sparkle in his eye.
"Seriously," I say walking up and gently slapping him on the arm, "I can't think of anything better than marrying you today."
He reaches down and cups the back of my head and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. Well- maybe something better. I pull back and shout:
"No!" He looks confused. And adorable.
"Josh, Josh, Josh, Joshua, Josh... we ARE going to get married today and we ARE going to do it right..."
He interupts me saying-
"We are going to mark the occassion! For I am a man of occassion!"
To which I respond-
"And I am going to make damn sure it's legal."