It's finally happened: I'm a lawfully wedded wife!
This past Saturday, The Fiance became The Husband during a beautiful wedding in my parents' backyard. Our ceremony--lasting a mere 11 minutes, hurray!--was full of laughter and fun. Afterwards, my grandmother came up to me and joked, "It's a pity you didn't look very happy." Yeah, I think my face muscles are still twitching from all the smiling!
Of course, I could agonize about a million tiny details or questions. What about the typo on one of the chocolate wrappers? Did I say "um" too many times during our thank-you toast?
But I guess the only valid worry is about whether or not our guests had as much fun as we did. I truly hope that everyone who came (especially everyone who helped out!) knows how much we love and appreciate them! We are so fortunate to have so many wonderful people sharing such an important moment of our lives.
In the days before the wedding, my (adorable) father agonized over every detail, because he wanted me to have "my perfect fairytale wedding." And I told him not to sweat the details: I was going to have a perfect day because I was marrying the right guy. I was going to have a perfect day because I'd be surrounded by the family and friends who've supported us all our lives, who've taught us how to love with respect, compassion, and patience.
Well, I was right about the wedding. It was an absolute fairytale--one of the best days of my life. But you know what? The next day was even better, because I got to wake up in bed next to my favorite person in the world. I got to hear him say, "Good morning, wife!" and I got to say "Good morning, husband!" right back to him. Somehow, I don't think that will ever get old. Even when we're wrinkled and toothless, I'll still be tickled that I had the good sense to marry this wonderful man!