This post has been a long time in the making. Like, 28 years. Or at least ten.
You guys! I'm married. My Future Husband is now my Fabulous Husband. Because he is fabulous. And not just because he usually lets me have my way.
Can I tell you that how nervous it made methat this all happened so fast? I never wanted to be that girl. We went on our first date September 16. Three months and one day later, and we're married. But let me quote a movie, as I always do: "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." Anyway, everything I've ever sworn I'd never do--oh, like marry someone I hadn't dated very long or own a van--I end up doing. Keeps me humble. Besides, just because he has a van doesn't mean I have to drive it.
I have exactly one picture from Thursday, and it's of me updating Facebook. Everyone else has pictures, which will one day make their way here. Until then, life is awesome.