36 weeks since the last entry? Hmmm...
So, I feel like everyone else is doing a pretty good job updating about the wedding (since so many of you were there) but I figured I should say something in my journal, for posterity's sake.
It has been quite the week and a half. A close cousin of mine died, an ex boss and good friend also died...I found out my grandmother's cancer is back, and I got married. Needless to say, I'm running on maximum stressed out energy. At least the wedding was good stress, and really the only thing out of those 4 things I actually want to talk about.
Somewhere between 140 and 150 people showed up, to celebrate Aimee and I (or to get free food and booze, either way it looks the same). The ceremony was relatively short, but perfect for us, Aimee crafted it herself and she did an amazing job. And speaking of amazing, that is how she looked. My voice kept cracking during the vows (and continually after that throughout the night, and then through the next day, and now here it is Tuesday and the damn thing is still cracking, I hope I'm not getting sick). The night before I smoked about a pack of cloves in about 5 hours, although I still hold to the fact that I wasn't nervous. And sure, there was a fire, and a flood, but everything worked out for the best. Bahr did an excellent job marrying us, and Brian did a bang up job as best man. It was absolutely fantastic to see a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a long time, and to meet people I only had heard of prior. Also, through circumstances that are too complicated to explain (as are the circumstances that led to us not talking any longer) Vivian and I made up. This is something I'd been meaning to do for a while, just it felt the right time I guess.
Like I told Aimee, my only regret about the wedding was saying Vivian could go, but it would be too weird if it was a bridesmaid. She should have been one, she's closer friends with Aimee than some of the people up there. Aimee's response to this was "Yeah, well, it still would be weird for one of your (this is a lack of a better word situation true believers! -Ed) exes to be up there for you to see while we were getting married".
I thought about this for a while, and realized what I told her in response to that. "I didn't see anyone else up there but you." Weird to think about, and extremely cheesy and sappy, but totally true.
It has been quite the week and a half. A close cousin of mine died, an ex boss and good friend also died...I found out my grandmother's cancer is back, and I got married. Needless to say, I'm running on maximum stressed out energy. At least the wedding was good stress, and really the only thing out of those 4 things I actually want to talk about.
Somewhere between 140 and 150 people showed up, to celebrate Aimee and I (or to get free food and booze, either way it looks the same). The ceremony was relatively short, but perfect for us, Aimee crafted it herself and she did an amazing job. And speaking of amazing, that is how she looked. My voice kept cracking during the vows (and continually after that throughout the night, and then through the next day, and now here it is Tuesday and the damn thing is still cracking, I hope I'm not getting sick). The night before I smoked about a pack of cloves in about 5 hours, although I still hold to the fact that I wasn't nervous. And sure, there was a fire, and a flood, but everything worked out for the best. Bahr did an excellent job marrying us, and Brian did a bang up job as best man. It was absolutely fantastic to see a bunch of people I hadn't seen in a long time, and to meet people I only had heard of prior. Also, through circumstances that are too complicated to explain (as are the circumstances that led to us not talking any longer) Vivian and I made up. This is something I'd been meaning to do for a while, just it felt the right time I guess.
Like I told Aimee, my only regret about the wedding was saying Vivian could go, but it would be too weird if it was a bridesmaid. She should have been one, she's closer friends with Aimee than some of the people up there. Aimee's response to this was "Yeah, well, it still would be weird for one of your (this is a lack of a better word situation true believers! -Ed) exes to be up there for you to see while we were getting married".
I thought about this for a while, and realized what I told her in response to that. "I didn't see anyone else up there but you." Weird to think about, and extremely cheesy and sappy, but totally true.