But, I missed you little bloggity blog.
There were many times over the last month when I thought, "This is a bloggable moment right now; I should be writing this down."
But each time I told myself to just live in the moment and stop thinking about blogging.
How do I go back and capture everything?
It's impossible. It was an experience that I'm sure I'll get snippets of here and there throughout the rest of my life. I'll remember what the morning of felt like on another warm, sunny Seattle October morning. I'll remember what the streets felt like in a couple of years when I'm pushing baby strollers across the street to Dahlia's to meet friends for brunch. I'll remember how perfection was wrapped up in navy and hot pink wrapping when I'm cutting pink dahlia stems and putting them in mason jars for dinner parties. I'll be reminded of how good it felt to see him at the end of the aisle when he goes away for a weekend without me someday; how such a short time away makes the heart grow a little more fonder. I'll get a flashback when I hear a room full of family laughing at a holiday dinner, and it'll take me back to a banter that occurred during a couple of toasts. I'll get the same feeling that I did on that day when I go through hard times and I turn to my right and left and see family and friends around me, their hearts full and ready to give to us. I'll know the steps everytime I dance with my father or my brother in the future. I'll see glimpses of ours in every other wedding we attend from now on. I'll remember when our babies are born and in my old age, how he looked, how he smiled, and how he didn't let go of my hand the entire time.
How do you start to record everything. And how do you start to thank everyone.
I feel like I have to hire a man to fly a plane with a big banner to thank our family and friends. Our parents put their heart and souls into this wedding. They did everything that they could to make sure that it was the day that it became.
Thank you.
Our family that came into town were so attentive to a stressed out bride and groom. They pushed us out the door to enjoy the day while they packed up cars, they made amazing decorations for our reception, they recorded what we forgot to record, and they waited patiently at the end of dance floors to hand us ice water.
Thank you.
Our family friends put every moment they could into our wedding too. They showed up at the house with boxes of supplies, pushed through exhaustion to get every hair on my head perfect, and were there for our family when we couldn't be.
Thank you.
And our friends, well, goddamn it, they're making me cry as I type this. They showed us how much we are loved in this world. They planned, and planned, and sacrificed, and worried about us. They were our rocks through it all.
This man.
This man ran his ass off for us. Without being asked. He literally ran through the streets of the city making sure we had what we needed. He broke a sweat worrying about K seeing me on the day of the wedding. He kept the party going on the dance floor. He wore pink suspenders because I thought they would be amazing. He was amazing.
Thank you, Best Man.
And, this woman.
This woman was the hardest working one of our bunch. She was at her most creative, most generous, most love-filled best. This woman kept me calm, kept me happy, kept me focused, and she made it look effortless. She had everything that we needed within reach and thought about every detail. She transcended matron of honor and became my sister this month. She is incredible.
Thank you, Best Friend.
Our wedding was the best day of our life because it was the day that we got everyone that we love in one room. It was the day that we could all sit down to dinner together. The day that I got to hug and kiss everyone in one night. The day that we got to dance til our dresses broke and not care together. The day when everyone was happy was my happiest day. Our wedding was all about our family and friends, the cities that brought us together, and the love that we have for each other.
And to end the day, sprawled out on our bed at the Westin in my wedding dress, the door propped open, having our best friends come in, talking and laughing about the night while they help me take bobbi pins out of my hair-- that was the icing on the cake baby.
So, I'm back blog. I missed you, but I was living. And, as promised, I'm a little bit different now.
A little more grateful.
A little more blessed.
A little more in love with life.
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