Well it’s been quite awhile since I’ve updated. Where have I been? What have I been doing? And what brings me back to the blogosphere on this sunshiny morning? If I have any readers left, I’m sure you’re dying to know.
I guess the big news is that I got married. Yep! For real! I know I’ve always said I never would and even becoming engaged was really no guarantee that I’d ever go through with the ceremony, but on January 19th we eloped in Savannah, Georgia. Just me, Jay, and an elderly southern gentleman retired judge turned wedding chapel extraordinaire. As far as weddings go it wasn’t very pretty. We’d stayed an unplanned extra day, so we were both wearing yesterday’s clothes. Jeans, sneakers, me in that burgundy top that I don’t really like and him in an offensive Michael Vick t-shirt. We’d checked out of our hotel so quickly that we hadn’t even showered. We hadn’t gone to Savannah with the intention of getting married (well, at least I didn’t) so I hadn’t thought to bring the rings to exchange. The marriage was impulsive. We saw the chapel and just did it.
Yes, the wedding wasn’t very pretty, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. The dress, the flowers, the rings, even having family in attendance, none of that ever mattered to me. What mattered was standing with the love of my life, face to face, with him holding both my hands and me shivering, shaking from the enormity of this commitment, holding back tears as my heart felt like it would pummel through my chest because it couldn’t contain all my love, as he looked me in the eyes and promised that he’d love, honour, respect & cherish me for the rest of his life. And I knew for sure that he meant it. I knew for sure too that I meant it when I made the same promise to him. I knew with a certainty that I’ve never experienced before. And I still know. That’s all that mattered.
So what brings me back to the blog? Yesterday I was turned onto this fabulous website called 750 Words. So I logged in and I wrote over 750 words. And this morning I got an email encouraging me to log in again so I did and I wrote another 750 words. Then not satiated I turned to my blog. And here I am. Maybe I’ll be back tomorrow or next week. Maybe I won’t. But I will write 750 words for sure. And that’s a good thing I think.