Getting Ready

I woke to the sound of the alarm and the smell of pancakes and bacon. Out of habit, I reached for Tony, a little sad when I realized he wasn't there. But I quickly became excited because the next time I saw him, we'd be at our wedding. I yawned as I hit the alarm, 6:02. I was a little sleepy but I could easily get by on five hours of sleep; energy now running through me at the thought of what was to come later.

Leaning over the bed, I pulled my suitcase up, taking out my shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and then my makeup. I noticed there was something in the inside pocket, unzipping it I pulled out a white package with a silver bow. I grinned. Tony must have snuck this in. I wonder what it is. I gently undid the bow and then tore off the paper revealing Tony's old Angels cap and a framed picture of us at a baseball game. It had been my first game and the Angel's were losing by the ninth inning. Tony had been wearing the cap, but took it off and gave to me when the sun started to beat down on us. The game turned around not long after and Tony was convinced that I was the reason, saying I was lucky. I had thought it was cute, especially after he said he had been lucky ever since we met.