Weddingbee Blog

Under the singing sky of May, I wed a man who has been a defining element of my happiness for a third of my life. A man who would have stayed by my side even if we had never signed the legal documents, even if we had not promised each other out loud. I wed a man who, nine years later, still has me in awe of him.

Being married to him feels…well, exactly like being with him before, only with less wedding clutter. Living my life next to him is, as ever, the best part of getting to be me.

Since I felt like a jerk with a capital B for not showing you my dress, here is my penance—up front, no suspense. Boom. Hope you like it.

Anyway. When asked about our wedding day, I keep finding this word: FUN. I’m usually better at assigning words to feelings. But even when I root around in the special reserves of my vocabulary—in furthest-back shelf of my brain—I eventually select: FUN. Like, spinning-around, grinning-for-days, champagne-popping, blue-sky-and-loud-music fun. Like best day of my life fun.

Or, like…ruining formal portraits with your squinty-eyed, double-chinned, posture-crumpling laughter fun.

Or, like…everyone on the dance floor going crazy while you are inexplicably twirling around in the middle fun.

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Or maybe like…end of the night, your hair is a goner from swinging it around, wearing a white mini-dress and a party hat with your best friends fun.

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But we’ll get to that.

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All photos by Blink of an Eye Photography unless otherwise noted.