We just got hitched!
The wedding and everything that led to it were the most surreal experience of my life. Blake and I are blessed with so much love, friendship, and support. Everyone we have met throughout our lives has both changed us and become part of us. We are deeply grateful to people who have come to join us on this special day, people who have kept us in their thoughts, people who have shared life journeys with us, and people who have made us better persons.
Thank you all!
People kept asking me whether I was nervous before the wedding. Honestly I did not feel this way. I did not grow up reading bridal magazines, following the royal gossip, watching the reality TV Bridezillas, and pinterest-ing a wedding board. I never wanted a perfect wedding. I did not care if anything would go wrong. I did not plan a wedding to fulfill a dream or an expectation.
What I felt was an overwhelming surge of emotions that I forgot still exist. Re-connecting with everyone from my past--family members, new and old friends--is both draining and liberating. Working through the details and the logistics of the wedding operations and the ancillary events is both taxing and rewarding. But all in all, the wedding is behind me and the new life is beginning!
I don't know how differently the married life will look, feel, taste, and smell like from the lives we had together. I knew I wanted to be with Blake for the rest of my life from even an early stage of our relationship. Through being with Blake, I have changed in some way and stayed the same in the other. And so did he. I am proud of our change and non-change. We were a good team.
Now officially, we are going to function as a societal unit. This unit will continue to have fun, keep a sense of humor, travel with excessive electronics, and maybe grow a farm of rolling little coconuts in the future.
Note to myself:
Don't panic. The best is only yet to come.
Care
Parents are in town, cleaning massively and making ridiculously good food. I am deeply grateful that I can drive them around, offer them a place to stay, and spend time with them.
Three years ago, we walked and bused everywhere in Tucson. I fanatically google-mapped bus routes days ahead of time, planned the trip around the bus stops, slathered sunscreen on every inch of my skin, and waited hours in the sun for the bus to come.
At the time, I was busy planning, busy graduating, and busy worrying about the future. I didn't take too many happy graduation pictures. I didn't remember the commencement ceremony being particularly cheerful or inspiring. I had to move out my room by a deadline, catch a flight, meet a group of strangers in a bus tour, and then relocate to the wild wild west.
I was tired of school, sick of planning, and had to continue schooling and planning in the foreseeable future.
But my parents were proud and cheerful. We sat on the floor of a moldy hostel to share Chinese take-out in styrofoams, hauled gigantic suitcases across the campus and then across the country, and took happy family pictures with trouts, buffaloes, and geysers in the background.
Now I have a car, an apartment, a degree, a joint account, and a man who apparently wants a wife and a kitty cat. I have learned to cook, to love, to pray, and to make time for people. I have made some amazing friends along the way, gazed some gorgeous sunsets and stars, and learned some either hopelessly useless or extremely dangerous legal vocabulary.
I will let no one, no one make me feel inferior, humiliated, defeated, and desperate again. If one thing planning a wedding has taught me, it is the fact that I have a choice and people who care about me do not care.
Three years ago, we walked and bused everywhere in Tucson. I fanatically google-mapped bus routes days ahead of time, planned the trip around the bus stops, slathered sunscreen on every inch of my skin, and waited hours in the sun for the bus to come.
At the time, I was busy planning, busy graduating, and busy worrying about the future. I didn't take too many happy graduation pictures. I didn't remember the commencement ceremony being particularly cheerful or inspiring. I had to move out my room by a deadline, catch a flight, meet a group of strangers in a bus tour, and then relocate to the wild wild west.
I was tired of school, sick of planning, and had to continue schooling and planning in the foreseeable future.
But my parents were proud and cheerful. We sat on the floor of a moldy hostel to share Chinese take-out in styrofoams, hauled gigantic suitcases across the campus and then across the country, and took happy family pictures with trouts, buffaloes, and geysers in the background.
Now I have a car, an apartment, a degree, a joint account, and a man who apparently wants a wife and a kitty cat. I have learned to cook, to love, to pray, and to make time for people. I have made some amazing friends along the way, gazed some gorgeous sunsets and stars, and learned some either hopelessly useless or extremely dangerous legal vocabulary.
I will let no one, no one make me feel inferior, humiliated, defeated, and desperate again. If one thing planning a wedding has taught me, it is the fact that I have a choice and people who care about me do not care.
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