Life is returning to normal. The boy has been working long hours the last two weeks leaving me to putter around our home, slowly (very slowly) putting the wedding stuff away.
I kind of miss it.
Not the stuff (I hate clutter), but the wedding. The planning of it all. The big, consuming thing that would wake me, shaky and sweaty, in the middle of the night because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I hear this is common?
I know this about myself, of course. That my heart lives largely in the future, in possibilities and maybes and plans (lots of plans) and now, there is this blind spot in my future. A panic inducing blind spot.
Still. I am resisting the pull to put something there, hold on to the present for a change and appreciate what it means to be married these first 31 days.
It’s kind of great.
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quit yr stallin’ and give us wedding photos!!
(i’ve already had the thought that the “engaged” part is going too fast!!!! even while wishing we were married RIGHT NOW!)
hooray! i can’t wait to be on the other side! the married side