All those things it's supposed to be? The happiest day of your life? A day like a dream you never want to wake from? The important life decision you feel best about? The rock-solid foundation that makes the rest of your life suddenly seem doable?
It was all that. The wedding I mean.
Ever since we got home, we've both been exhausted, grumpy, and tackling new things professionally. It's like a luxury, being grumpy at home in front of each other. It's a way of relaxing that neither of us has really ever had before. Our bond is so iron-clad that we give each other all the space we need and it's no big deal. And we still enjoy our hard-earned private time together. Out of the blue, G took me to see Spamalot a week or so ago, just 'cause.
I have a post in the works covering the time before the wedding, up through the rehearsal dinner. I don't have time to finish it, and don't know when I'll get around to it, although I doubt anyone's still reading this blog, LOL. I always did write primarily for myself though.
Anyway, Life is good.
For now, that's all I got.