Um, you guys, where did July go? It seems like yesterday I was wringing my hands worrying over chairs and pleading with the Universe to make sure I didn’t trip on my way down the aisle and fall in the pool. And now, it’s August*.
I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things, unpack from our 2.5 week honeymoon wandering around Australia, and resist emailing One Love Photo every 2 seconds to see if our photos are ready yet.
So the thing is, I’m not sure what to write about the wedding, or even where to start. It’s leaving me feeling, I don’t know, self conscious? I got married. It’s all so big still. I’m processing. The other day I wrote out my new name** and stared at it for a good full minute wondering, who is that person. Is that me? That’s me!
Big, you guys.
I promise stories are coming soon. I’m not just being a big procrastinator.
Ok, ok, maybe a wee bit is procrastination. I got married but I’m still ME. Even if I do have a new last name now.
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*Well, ok ALMOST August. You know what I mean.
**Yes, I changed my name.
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