Reader, I married him.
The one my soul loves, my very Favorite, my real-life Dirk, Prince Charming, and knight in shining armor. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine, as his wedding ring says.
You may have noticed a change up top of this here blog. See that? That’s my new name. My married name. A bit corny. ;) But that’s right, I took my maiden name as my middle and added my man’s name to mine (I even have the license to prove it already!). Most importantly, I took him as mine.
- Which means I get to see him everyday now, in our own cozy little nest nestled beneath a treeline–have you heard the story of my first and new forest yet?
- Which also means I’m figuring out that you can indeed run the dishwasher and the washing machine at the same time–just not the shower.
- Which finally means it’s entirely possible to go on a week-long honeymoon with one person and not get tired of them at all.
So, yes. That’s me giggling away in that picture there with my new husband, taken seconds after we spoke our vows. Mere hours after our First Look, where I handed him the bottle with which he proposed to me, stuffed with a new love letter this time. From me to him. <– Fun Fact: that letter is still in that bottle because it refuses to roll enough so we can slip it out! No worries, I simply made another copy and framed that one to match the one from him to me…
We became man and wife. I didn’t cry. He did. ;)
Later that same day, we had Chick fil a (because, what else does a girl want on her wedding day?) and headed off to a quiet, restful beach we adopted as our own for a week. This week, we returned to settle into our first newlywed home. And I changed my name here, because I want the whole world to know.
Reader, I married him. – Jane Eyre