A married woman...

It's official, I'm married.

I've been quiet, stressed out, holding on to my bits of sanity by a thread, but it went off successfully.

The Good the Bad and the Ugly. We were careful with whom we invited to the wedding, we didn't want drama at the wedding. We had to change our schedule many, many times to keep up with the changing of guests, but up to a week before the wedding, we accepted the changes with a smile.

The girl that was going to do my bouquet? Dave and I ended up making the bouquet, over 80 flowers folded (400+ sheets of paper)

My Photographer? We ended up doing photography by committee... it was perfect!

Drama? There was plenty of it, but I REFUSE to allow that to be the memory I carry from my wedding.

Our ceremony and vows were written by me and delivered by two of our dear friends that are a shining example of how to love. We chose them because they are whom we want to be in 10, 20, 50 years...

I'm excited to say that I've got a husband, what a strange word to use after years of being single. It is strange to be introduced as his wife. Gives me these silly little butterflies I never knew I could get by being in Love with someone. I know.. mushy, silly... I am glad the wedding is over, it's the part after I looked the most forward to!