Our wedding day.
Having read as many blogs and recaps and accounts of weddings as I have over the past several months, I know it's cliche to say this. But our wedding was perfectly imperfect. I planned like crazy and then felt horribly under-prepared when the week came. But it all came together and passed us by way too fast (just like all those blogging brides said it would).
And yes, we were married on a Wednesday. A gorgeous, cloudless, blue-skied Wednesday afternoon. A woman sitting near us at the restaurant (after our ceremony) made some too-loud and rather opinionated remarks about this to her dinner-mates before turning her chair and fickly congratulating us on our marriage. But we afforded the specific day of our marriage little concern because in the long run, it won't matter. Next year our anniversary will be a Thursday. Then Friday for #2. And then (I think) a Sunday for #3 (because isn't there a leap-year in there somewhere?).
OH, and before I forget, look at us! This is the first time I've posted our faces on this blog. And hmm, you still can't see our faces! Funny that.
Ain't we cute? Don't worry. (I totally have way more photos to share.)
I love those photos because you can see our rings. And our cameras. And I love that he took the photo of me, and I took the photo of him, and we took them at the same time. In his photo you see him snapping the photo of me while I snap that very photo of him snapping my picture. Get it? (Yeah, me either. hah.)
So now, we're adjusting to being married. I can see why people take a honeymoon if they can. Even if they've been living together. That vacation really helps it sink in. It's a shift from the norm and it isolates you from the routine (or chaos) that is your daily life. We're not taking a honeymoon, right now. I think I mentioned this already, though I really didn't blog as much wedding stuff here as I'd originally intended. Sorry about that!! Anyway, like I said, no honeymoon.
What makes our situation weird (for me at least) is that nothing has really changed, even though actually, everything has. We did take a little time off work last week, but the semester has started so the "show must go on". I did skip my Wednesday night class however: I was busy getting married during the class meeting time. He went to his morning class, and he resumed going to class the next day too. Yesterday we bid my parents a farewell at the airport; this morning we were back at work, and school, and life, and lawn-mowing once more. We're still dealing with a lot of undue and difficult-to-handle stress and we're still doing it together, just like we were before we said the words and shared the kiss (and the cake, oh, the cake). We're still driving our semi-matching Japanese cars, eating our Totinos Party Pizzas, listening to our inherited 30+ year-old clothes-dryer squeak its way toward certain death, and otherwise chilling in our little Craftsman shaded by the Elms. Except now we're doing it as husband and wife.
Now I have two rings instead of one (three, actually, but I'll get in to that later!). He has a ring where there was none. And I spent several minutes calling the 1-800 numbers on the back of my credit cards and the bottoms of my bank statements, changing my name. I even signed it for the first time. I am Mrs. Him (who has not yet been [re]named; I can't very well call him Bf anymore).
I'm super-happy. And there's much more to come.