Reader, I married him.
The wedding was fantastic, start to finish -- every detail was perfect. The ceremony was moving and beautiful and flawless (and the homily included a Restricted View shout-out!); the reception was a total blast. We didn't fall over in a heap while executing our first-dance finale (seen above, captured with dramatic blurriness by my sister's cell phone). The band sounded great, the food was delicious, the decor was beautiful, the weather was very cooperative -- even the cake got raves, and you know we didn't spend long fussing over the cake! We had a great rehearsal dinner/pre-wedding pub night, and a fun Sunday-morning breakfast, and seeing all our friends and family together was every bit as wonderful as I imagined it would be. In the end, we felt like all our work paid off richly. All our time was well spent, and we didn't find ourselves wishing we'd worried more about any particular detail. You can't ask for more than that.
There's much to be told about the whole thing, and I promise you'll hear about it soon, but for now I just wanted to check in (and claim my Jane Eyre moment) before I get back to the post-honeymoon scramble. The honeymoon was fabulous, by the way -- expect to hear about that in future posts. But now we have to move the rest of my stuff from my old apartment to our new home, and then figure out where to put everything. We have to get started writing thank-yous to all our very generous guests (and terrific vendors!). I need to pull together some pictures and distribute them to all who are impatiently waiting. And I have to see about changing my address and name, where applicable. That means you probably have a "my trip to the DMV" post to look forward to -- yippee!
I'll leave you with one more bit of good news: I had my latest checkup yesterday (with a CT scan at 8 a.m. the day after we got back from our honeymoon). 15 months after finishing treatment, I am still cancer-free! As if I needed more reasons to celebrate.