Saturday, August 26, before everyone we love and some seaplanes, the Pope and I tied the knot. I know what you're thinking......he's a handsome, young Pope! Why, yes he is, and I'm his wife. The weekend was a blur of epic proportions. I have never been so happy. I was surrounded by everyone I hold most dear. A dramatic number of them in my house! Having these people in my house was better than burning sage for cleaning the house's spirit......instead of purifying the air with a neutral smell, we filled the house to the brim with love, laughter and the scent of people having a really good time. And 7 people using the bathrooms continuously, which all in all wasn't so bad! (except that one time, SK.)
We were married on a glorious day, on a glorious boat, by an incredibly good friend of Pope's, who delivered a cermony as touching as it was funny, as thoughtful as it was sarcastic. They laughed, they cried and everyone has made a point to tell me how wonderful it was.
Without fail, everyone has told me that it was among, if not THE, best wedding they've ever been to. And I wholeheartedly agree.
I meant to be more touching and thoughtful in this post. To tell you how this wonderful creature found his way to me and swept me up to him. How I was on a lonely road and I was travelling, and he stuck out a thumb and gave me direction.
In the most recent days I have felt a little bit of a comedown. All this excitement leading up this day and then the day lasted 3.4 seconds and was over! And all those wonderful people took their wonderful selves out of my house and out of my town and left me with their memories, which, while wonderful, are not the same. And these people are the reason I have such a full life, and it is easy not to think about them all being so far away....except when you had them, and then they had to go home. I was feeling pretty morose last night, and eating my way through the remnants of our houseparties (and I'll tell you, I certainly did NOT need 6 half-empty bags of chips in my snack drawer, because I'm goddamned hardwired not to let food go to waste) and it suddenly dawned on me!
In the next room, blissfully playing John Madden 2006, is the man who wanted to marry me. And then did! Joyously, gloriously (and tearfully) in front of everyone who means anything to me. And so I got up, crept into the guest room and bugged him. And he was kind, and he was cute and smiled at me like he loves me. I made a teensy bit of small talk, all the while just drinking him in with my eyes. And then I let him be. Until I bugged him 2 hours later, just because I could.
Because I'm his wife.
An enormous thank you to Mac for the best photo of us EVER.
