I Can Has Husband?
May. 28th, 2008 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xochitlWhere to start? It's late, and I'm tired, and I have a cold. Heh! But This time around, I don't have to give up my mister to the airport.
The ceremony was lovely, thugh I don't quite remember it; I see it in my mind as a sort of rapid-cut impressionist painting, bright skies, breezes, lots of green. Rocks and trees. Lots of smiles, people I'm already missing and I'm not even gone yet. There was a lot of laughter, shaky voices (mine, surely), the warmth of friends and family.
I had tunnel vision--all I really saw was my mister, which I suspect is as it's supposed to be.
So tired! I can't shake it. The cold just makes it worse, but there's still so much to do!
The reception: had to be dropped off two blocks from the restaurant due to street fair (how perfect! I mean, come on! :D ), and so many people were already gathered when I got there. So loud in there! And the fun of a unisex bathroom. I remember lots of hugs, and pictures, and wanting to talk to everyone and thank them for being there, and watching people flock to the cake/cupcakes to admire the cake-toppers, little D&D minis painted by a friend of my mister's.
I remember how lovely my bouquet was (as created by the highly talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jendaby), and how my cousins loved my flower "crown," also crafted by her, as were the centerpieces. I remember the food being quite good! I remember worrying if people were having a good time--how insane is that? I remember our minister talking with my mom and grandmother, and glasses tinkling, and laughter.
I just know that now I can cuddle my man pretty much whenever I want, and he's there for me while I start packing up my nearly 15 years of life in NYC, and that we've got some nice log years ahead of us to look forward to.
And no more giving him up at the airport.
More later, maybe. Very, way too tired. :D
The ceremony was lovely, thugh I don't quite remember it; I see it in my mind as a sort of rapid-cut impressionist painting, bright skies, breezes, lots of green. Rocks and trees. Lots of smiles, people I'm already missing and I'm not even gone yet. There was a lot of laughter, shaky voices (mine, surely), the warmth of friends and family.
I had tunnel vision--all I really saw was my mister, which I suspect is as it's supposed to be.
So tired! I can't shake it. The cold just makes it worse, but there's still so much to do!
The reception: had to be dropped off two blocks from the restaurant due to street fair (how perfect! I mean, come on! :D ), and so many people were already gathered when I got there. So loud in there! And the fun of a unisex bathroom. I remember lots of hugs, and pictures, and wanting to talk to everyone and thank them for being there, and watching people flock to the cake/cupcakes to admire the cake-toppers, little D&D minis painted by a friend of my mister's.
I remember how lovely my bouquet was (as created by the highly talented
jendaby), and how my cousins loved my flower "crown," also crafted by her, as were the centerpieces. I remember the food being quite good! I remember worrying if people were having a good time--how insane is that? I remember our minister talking with my mom and grandmother, and glasses tinkling, and laughter. I just know that now I can cuddle my man pretty much whenever I want, and he's there for me while I start packing up my nearly 15 years of life in NYC, and that we've got some nice log years ahead of us to look forward to.
And no more giving him up at the airport.
More later, maybe. Very, way too tired. :D
