Married.

Well. I'm married. It doesn't really feel different, which is a little disappointing. But then, we were already acting as if we were married. The only difference now is that (a) it's legal and (b) we don't have to worry about wedding planning anymore.

The ceremony went very well. The rain held off, and while the mosquitos didn't there was bug spray, which helped. The music, which we had selected twelve hours earlier and figured out the timings for twenty minutes earlier, turned out beautifully, and neither of us cried (we did that later during toasts). During the recessional the best man forgot to escort the matron of honor out, which provided her with some material for her toast. There was way too much food and ice cream, probably partly because the bride got doused with coffee halfway through the reception (picture me in a wedding dress with three women drawing on me with Tide pens) and that didn't help get anyone out of their chairs to dance and then eat more. Oh well. It was lovely, people said nice things, there isn't too much that I feel was an utter waste of money or time, and I’m glad it's over.

Now my garden needs weeding and my house needs cleaning (and the windows washing; my family decorated my car's windows with paint pens and then when we showed up at the house later that night having cleaned it off--the car wash guy gave us a free wash because we were still in our wedding clothes--they declared we had cleaned it too soon and did the same thing to every window and mirror in our house). And ice cream needs eating. And flowers need pressing and thank-you notes need writing and a joint checking account needs opening. And Phoebe's baby quilt needs making! Having no more wedding to plan definitely doesn't mean a dearth of things to do.