The Right Choice

When my honey and I first sat down with our officiant, one of his first comments was that this wasn't the first relationship for either of us. What he meant by this is that we'd both experienced other people and knew (more or less) what we were looking for in a life partner. I thought I knew what he was talking about at the time, but now I think I truly understand.

Yesterday was one of my honey's and my first days off together since we got home from our honeymoon. We painted our living room. It was a perfect day, and I couldn't help thinking back to the last time I did any "remodeling:" my ex kept complaining about how much of a hassle it was going to be to paint, and it was going to take so long, and it probably wouldn't even look that good when it was done, so we might as well not even bother. So I waited until he was out of town and painted while he was away (he came back and said how amazing it looked--which wasn't enough to convince me that he should stick around as long as the wall color). This time? My honey helped with the prep work, helped with the painting, and even made me a cocktail while I was painting. It was a relaxing activity, and had a result I will be enjoying for a very long time. I definitely made the right choice.

An Observation on Married Life

People keep asking me how I like married life. My response? About the same. I'm still the same person. My honey's still the same person. We still have a dog and a cat. We still live in the same place. We still have the same jobs, eat the same foods, enjoy the same pastimes. The only things that have changed are that the government now acknowledges our relationship, and we have the same last name.

Coming Home

Our wedding was great. Our honeymoon was even better. Now that my honey and I have been home for a week, we're starting to settle back into a routine. Although, I have to admit that after being together pretty much 24 hours a day for two weeks, I missed him when we both went back to work.

To re-live some of the magic, I am posting the lyrics for "Sunny and 75" by Joe Nichols, which was our first dance:

A yellow two piece, black Ray Bans
Your bare feet covered in sand
White jet trails across the blue sky
Your ponytail showing off the sunshine
Like a postcard, out of nowhere
You get to me, you give me that smile and

I'm somewhere, somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75

It doesn't take much for you to move me
Just the way you're leaning into me
It's a holiday when we're together
I wanna stay with you forever

Somewhere, somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75

You're like the fast lane West bound
You feel like a windows rolled down
I cant wait until we get there, somewhere

Somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75

Tasty, Tasty Changes

As it turns out, our wedding will be a bit more intimate than my honey and I had initially anticipated. While there are emotional moments over who will or will not be sharing the Big Day with us, there is one unanticipated perk of slimming down our number of guests.

Our cake is shrinking. Not in the Alice in Wonderland sense, but because my honey and I don't necessarily want to feel obligated to consume large amounts of leftover Wedding Cake in the less-than-24-hours between when our Wedding ends and our Honeymoon begins. What this means is that the dynamic of our cake is changing. Instead of having more of the chocolate peanut butter than our other two flavors, we now have equal portions of all three (we couldn't stand to eliminate either the strawberries and cream or the red velvet to reduce the total amount of cake). Which means that the top tier of our cake doesn't have to be chocolate peanut butter cake. Which means that our "ceremonial" cake cutting doesn't have to be chocolate peanut butter cake. Which drastically reduces the chances of me getting upset about my honey smearing chocolate peanut butter cake all over me. Which is going to reduce my stress and lead to a much more enjoyable time. Hooray!

I Have A Dream (#3)

With the Wedding looming closer every day (terribly profound, I know) and only 11 days to go, it seems natural that my unconscious would be focusing on the Big Day. This was another dream that was short and to the point: we were all at the Venue on the Big Day. But I didn't have any of my stuff with me; no Shoes, no Dress, no Accessories. Apparently I'd thought I would have enough time to go home and get everything (not a chance--it's a two hour round trip (it's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense)). And then (big surprise) I didn't have time. Which is probably when I woke up, as I don't remember anything past that.

When my Honey got up this morning, he asked me if I'd had a bad dream. I told him I didn't think so and asked why. Apparently I was somewhat panicked when I awakened in the night. So of course, on the Big Day, I will check and re-check to make sure I have everything before we leave.

Tears

At my second Dress fitting, my Mommy wanted to go over a lot of details. Have we confirmed with the Florist? The Cake? How are we doing with getting back our RSVP cards? Have we settled the Suit versus Tux debate?

While I was wearing the Dress, she asked "Do you have your something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue? Obviously you have the something new, that's your dress... Are you borrowing that cake cutter from your friend?" I am, although I don't think a cake cutter necessarily cuts it (sorry, I couldn't resist) in terms of the Something Borrowed. You're supposed to wear the old/new/etc, right? My Mommy had previously offered to let me borrow something that had been my Dad's. It's old, so I was figured I could use it as a two-for-one. I think I'll take her up on wearing it. As soon as the words started to come out of my mouth, water started to well up someplace else. Next thing I knew, someone was handing me a wad of toilet paper to dab at my eyes (There had been a search for a "tissue" and toilet paper was the closest thing anyone could find? In a Wedding Dress Shop? Where people presumably cry with some frequency?). On the other hand, the Big Day should be a happy event, and I would definitely be less emotional about just borrowing the cake cutter. Thankfully, I still have three whole weeks to make a decision about that.

At least the blue is easy. It's the color of my garter.

Focus

With just three weeks to go before the Big Day, my nerves started to get to me today. I may have freaked out a little and gotten stressed out about details. And then I took a deep breath and reminded myself of something: 

As long as I have my Honey, everything else is just a bonus.

So I'm okay.