It really was a blur.
(Stolen from Katie's flickr.)
This is my first day back at work. It's nice to settle back into a familiar routine: the snooze button, kissing my new husband goodbye and receiving a groggy mess of words from him, the tunnel-vision hour drive to work, the smell of hazelnut coffee in the break room.
I have so many mixed emotions about the wedding. I'd say 90% of them are good happy feelings and the other 10% would be due to an event that we're erasing from our wedding video and that's all I'll say. Someone at work told me before the wedding that one thing always goes wrong, and just to expect it. She was right. But Jason was wonderful - crying during my walk down the aisle, sending up a card when I was getting ready since we weren't allowed to see each other, and he just looked so so handsome.
Being away for a week after the wedding was necessary. Honeymoons are saviors. We were exhausted from the planning and the pressure and how many thank yous we said. Mexico was beautiful. We drank and drank and drank. Not to a state of drunkenness, we would have a drink every hour or two until we slid into a content daze for the evening, when we would get into the pool and float around and talk. We talked so much and it was wonderful.
Either this transition into married life or just being away for a week or the general heaviness of the situation has made my think. About how I need to make changes. And about how some things are really important, others are not. And how some people are really important, and others not at all. I look forward to seeing where that takes me.
For now, I just need to catch up on work, wade through what seems like thousands of emails, and go through the horrendous process of changing my last name.