I'm borrowing from a John Mayer lyric when I say that our wedding and honeymoon were a "beautiful disasterpiece".
Since my head is still spinning from the marvelous mayhem of the past 2 weeks, I'd like to keep my message simple here on my first day back on the blog since our wedding:
Since my head is still spinning from the marvelous mayhem of the past 2 weeks, I'd like to keep my message simple here on my first day back on the blog since our wedding:
I HEART being married.
I really do. And when the whirlwind wedding day died down and Brian and I found refuge and rest in each other at our hotel later that night, I realized this even more. It kind of makes my cold feet seem like a laughable little speck in the rear view mirror.
I really do. And when the whirlwind wedding day died down and Brian and I found refuge and rest in each other at our hotel later that night, I realized this even more. It kind of makes my cold feet seem like a laughable little speck in the rear view mirror.
But the culminating moment of our wedding adventure happened during the honeymoon by way of a little incident I'll call the diarrhea dilemma:
At the start of our highly anticipated driving tour through the famed Redwood Forest in Northern California, I had a strong and sudden diarrhea feeling in my tummy as I drove our little rental car. Driving, screaming, cursing, and pinching my butt cheeks together, I pulled over at a little market made of logs on the side of the road, begging Brian to inquire about a bathroom.
Dutifully, Brian entered the market which had a "Sorry, there are no public restrooms here" sign on the door. He probably said something like, "Excuse me ma'am, I know you have a policy about your bathroom but my wife is in the car and she has an emergency."
And one minute later I found myself in a log cabin releasing some logs of my own. (Eww! But true.) All because my HUSBAND made a case for his WIFE.
And that's what $10,000, a year of wedding planning, a marriage license, and a timeshare in San Francisco have to offer.
At the core of wedding madness is the promise that two people will experience the thrill of being family to one another in a lifetime of imperfection, curve balls, and sudden onsets of diarrhea.
Brian and I are each others shade and shelter. We are each others pain in the butt. We are freed and bound by our love. We are husband and wife.
At the core of wedding madness is the promise that two people will experience the thrill of being family to one another in a lifetime of imperfection, curve balls, and sudden onsets of diarrhea.
Brian and I are each others shade and shelter. We are each others pain in the butt. We are freed and bound by our love. We are husband and wife.
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Babbling about weddings is so much more fun when people babble back. :)