L'aventure américaine

The problem with having a wonderful, whirlwind two weeks before a wedding is that it is hard to remember everything that happened later.  If I go through my calendar, I see some of the events that happened: Day with Mackenzie, drinks with Charlie McKeen, Donna and Greg arrived, walk with Charlotte, massages, bachelorette party, wedding rehearsal, wedding.  But, that doesn't even come close to encompassing all that were those two weeks. Randal and I would wake up in our little attic bedroom, surrounded by wedding props and dirty laundry.  We would go downstairs and Dad would most likely make us a delicious fried egg for breakfast.  Josephine would be sitting at the table with her dad and you would try to talk to her, but she would duck her head and bat her eyes at you, grinning sweetly before looking at Charles.  Everyone would discuss their plans for the day: Me: I am finally going to finish those place cards. Randal: Tree house. Dad: Cleaning up and getting read

There is just so much to be grateful for and I won't do it justice here.  Randal and I are happily home, slowly unpacking and cleaning and looking at our fabulous wedding gifts and reminiscing and missing and settling into life as husband and wife. I remember when my best friend, Mackenzie, got married and she would refer to Ivan as "my husband," all the time, instead of simply calling him by his name.  It was so annoying at the time and I remember thinking, I know who your husband is.  You can use his name!  I can understand why she did that now.  I can't get enough of, "Hello husband!"  or "Good morning, husband!"  or "You're my husband now.  Husband!"  Or just a constant state of wonderful bemusement at the fact that...  I am a wife!  It really was the best wedding ever.  We are so grateful to ALL of our family and friends. More pictures to come...