I'm laying on my back staring at the ceiling. I've been laying here awake for a while. Around 4:30, Donna had finally had enough of my tossing and turning. She used her magic touch to try to calm me down the way that only she can. It worked. I'm calmer. Donna fell back to sleep but I couldn't. I don't want to jump on the treadmill this morning. I want to be here when she wakes up. I lean over and check the clock again. 6:02. Should I give her another half hour? It's going to be a long night. I feel her shift next to me, then her hand slides down my arm. I turn to her and she gives me her sweet smile. I know she's excited too. Normally, she wouldn't be so happy at 6 am but it's a big day for both us of us.

I finger the black strap of her negligee. She was so focused on my needs earlier, she didn't even take it off. Well, now it needs to come off. I want to focus on her. I slide the strap off her shoulder, then lean over and kiss her collar bone. She sighs softly.

An hour later, we're getting out of the shower and Donna is starting to stress about the time. She's standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel, drying her hair. I brush it aside and kiss her collar bone again.

"Oh no, bub. That's what got us behind schedule to begin with!"

"But I like your behind." I smirk giving it a little squeeze. She whirls on me.

"JOSH!"

I grin at her unrepentantly. But I leave the bathroom to get dressed. If we keep moving we'll be okay on time, but she's right. We don't really have time for round 3. When I'm done dressing she's just finishing her make-up. She's still only wearing a towel. God. She's killing me here.

The coffee's ready. I even have it in to-go cups. Her bagel is toasted with just the right amount of cream cheese. Our garment bags with all of our things for the balls are by the door ready to go. What else can I do to help?

I walk over to her closet. I wonder if she decided what to wear? She bought several new suits last week. As of last night, she still hadn't made a final decision which one she was going to wear today. We don't have time for a clothing crisis. I pull out the plum. It's my favorite. The color is dark enough that from a distance that it almost looks black so it's conservative, but once you are close enough you can see that it's got a bit of color. I lay the suit on the bed. Then I walk over to her new dresser. When she showed me this outfit before there was a matching sweater. That's a good thing because it's going to be cold. I'm tempted to switch her outfit for a pants suit, but all the women will be wearing skirts. I pull out what looks like her thickest pair of pantyhose. Man, the things we put women through. Speaking of which, while I'm in the top drawer, I look through her underwear. I'm tempted to lay out a red lacy thong. It's one of my favorites but I don't know if it's comfortable for her. My goal is always to get her out of it as quickly as possible. It's going to be at least 20 hours before I can do that. Plus knowing that she's wearing that under her clothes all day is a bit masochistic. Instead, I choose a basic silk pair of panties. I think this color is called lilac. She has a matching bra. It's pretty.

Donna comes out of the bathroom and stops short when she sees the clothes on the bed. She turns and looks at me with one eyebrow quirked. I grin at her. I hope she sees this as a loving gesture. I'm really not trying to be patronizing or a sexist or whatever.

"Well," she says, "at least its not a plaid skirt." I let out a small groan. Great, now I'm going to be thinking about the Catholic School Girl Uniform from our honeymoon.

But then she drops the towel, and I forget about everything except how much I adore her body.

I start to take a step towards her, but she holds up a hand and laughs at me.

"You know we don't have time for that!" She's right. I sit down on the bed to watch her dress.

She doesn't hesitate or even look at her closet, so either she's placating me or she doesn't mind what I picked out. Either is fine with me. We really don't have much time before we need to be out the door. Once she's dressed she twirls once for me.

"What do you think? Do I look professional?"

"You look amazing. But you are missing something."

Her brow wrinkles as she looks herself over.

"Oh! Shoes!" While she gets them out of the closet, I stand up and reach into my pocket. When she turns back around I'm holding out a small box.

"What's this?" She asks.

"Open it." I'm bouncing a bit on the balls of my feet. I hope she likes them. She flips the box open and gasps.

"Josh. They're gorgeous! Thank you!" She gives me a quick kiss and wraps me in a hug.

I watch her in the mirror while she's putting the earrings on. We are both smiling.

We did it. All our hard work, all those late nights, all that waiting for the right time to be together. We've finally hit payday. We are ready to walk into the White House as equals. Ready to guide the executive branch together. Ready to serve the President and the First Lady. Ready to make the world a better place.

Tomorrow begins today.

"Ready?" I ask her.

"You bet your ass."

That's my girl.

"Let's go."