I am still coming face to face with the title of “married.” It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like I’ve taken that step, except there is plenty of proof that it did. I feel closer to Grant than before, and snuggling up with him is just this amazing thing. He’s 110% mine and I am his. It’s like that German poem Herr Gilman taught us in Deutsch 101: Du bist meins, ich bin deins. It continued on, but I always liked the first line. I’ve also forgotten the rest and my notes are somewhere in a box or on a bookshelf far away.
My dad said we needed to have the priest from The Princess Bride do our ceremony. Instead we had a judge who embarrassed me about as fast as one can imagine and I never de-blushed, I only got redder. It was pretty amazing. It was hilarious and people laughed the entire time. He started out calling us Frank and Lucinda. Those aren’t our names, but it was a good way to set the mood and keep people smiling.
I could describe everything that happened, but I’m not sure I can. . . everything was just so intense. I’m still sorting it all out.
I am glad to have my sanity back and some peace and quiet. The dog is lonely and misses his never ending stream of people coming in and out of the house all day. Poor pup. I’ll try and give him a nice walk today, sniffly as I am. He needs to get out and trek about and sniff the smells and romp in the grass.