Married life is wonderful. In other words, it's not really much different than pre-married life, except that I have more thank-you notes to write.
We got back from Powell River late on Friday and spent the weekend recovering from camping and getting back into our rhythm of daily life. Oh, and getting better from being sick. Yes, still sick. But getting better, slowly.
I realy will get this blog properly updated. I have so much to say about the wedding, and about our mini-moon, and about... well, about everything. Feel free to skip large chunks; there really is just so much to say.
But... later. Not now. Work was pretty intense today, and I'm up WAY too late tonight getting some stuff done. I need photos from Steve and a little bit more clear desk to think properly. I'm working on all that (especially Steve!), and will post once I get everything in a row.
A few little things, though:
Seeing Fab & Janet's daughter, Lauren, petting Angel so nicely on the floor with one of the triplets (Justin?) in the middle of crowds of people was a perfect snippet.
Standing at the back of the room and looking over the sparkling glasses and twinkling lights and beautiful flowers and thinking "this could not be more perfect." It really could not have been more perfect. Really.
Dancing to the old-time-y music... hearing Di's harp as we were peeking around the corner to see when to come in... Steve's napkin + fire incident (I sacrificed my glass of Pelegrino)... watching people try out the fortune-telling fish... a chocolate-covered strawberry... the astonishingly fast clean-up when everyone pitched in... it was marvelous.
Marvelous.
Magical.
Sparkling.
Rustic-ly elegant.
A fun party!
I'm glad I was invited :-)
Well then.
The dust has settled...
Ok, the mud has settled.
This is a short post to advise that everything went perfect. Absolutely perfect. In, of course, a not-too-perfect kind of way.
In brief: it rained, or it might have rained, or we might have lost our minds wondering if it was going to rain, so we decided to have the ceremony in the hall itself. Our contingency plan worked a treat and, in the end, it was a WAY better decision to have the ceremony in the hall than on the pier. In fact, it was magical.
The ceremony was beautiful. Steve cried. Ok, I cried a little, too.
The dinner was delicious and the cake was very un-wedding-cake-like. In other words, it was delicious, too! Mmm... cake!
Our friends Andie and Cas took photos and they were brilliant.
Steve and I danced together to Barabara Lee and Diana doing "Rickie's Waltz" which was WAY better than the unoperational iPod.
Being surrounded by family and friends -- our community -- on our wedding day made it so special. We were humbled by the generosity and warmth and love in that room.
Thank you to everyone who came. To those who could not make it, we thought of you.
Callooh, callay!
The frabjous day is almost upon us, and I realized I haven't updated this blog in quite some time. I suck.
Well, actually, I'm sick. I've followed up my lung infection in January with bronchitis in May... I'm not sure what karmic faux pas I've committed to be sick three days before the wedding, but obviously I've made some gaff. Oh well! The show must go on.
The last two weeks pre-sick have actually been pretty great. My work threw me a shower/drinks after work last Wednesday, which was a tonne of fun. Fonne?
We then went to Jody & Julia's wedding in Victoria on Saturday, which was lovely. The rooms they had for the ceremony and reception were amazing, and they were blessed with wonderful weather.
We're a little anxious about the weather, truth be known. Last Friday, the forecast was for cloudy periods and 10% chance of rain; by Monday it was rain with rainy periods and 90% chance of rain. Right now it seems to be for showers and 40-60% chance of rain, but the forecast also seems to change hourly, so we're going to play it by ear and decide on Saturday. No problem!
Gayle's bridge group threw me a surprise (and I was surprised!) shower on Sunday. I'd been rolling around with the triplets, grass in my hair, when off we went to a "restaurant in Point Roberts for tea" aka "Cathy's house for a shower". It was actually very wonderful, and so unexpected! I was quite overwhelmed by everyone's generosity. Thank you!
And... Monday morning I woke up sick. Just coughing, no other cold symptoms, and the doctor thinks it's bronchitis. He's given me some precautionary antibiotics -- ordinarily I don't believe in taking unncessary antibiotics, and I know bronchitis is viral, but these are to head any infections (likely) off at the pass.
My mum, Aunt Joan and sister Alex are all here, helping assemble favour bags and anything else my fevered mind can come up with. Thank goodness for helpful family! Their new Jeep looks like a little Hummette. My dad is driving the tiny Jeepette down tomorrow (slowly and carefully).
Also tomorrow we pick up the clothes, the rings, the flowers and the key to the hall. I also have a massage and a haircut. I know it's a little late for a haircut, but at my trim a few weeks ago, the woman just didn't trim out the layers which means I have spaniel head. So the manager at the salon is going to fix it, thank goodness. Mmm... spaniel head.
I'm drinking my Neocitran (tm) and contemplating bed. Ah, yes. Bed.
If I don't get a chance to post again before the Big Day, thanks to everyone who has followed this blog, and I look forward to meeting many of you on Saturday. I will continue to use this as my blog, since every day being married to my wonderful Steve will be a frabjous day. Awww... have no fear: sick or not, I am still darn excited to be getting married!
Mmm... bed...
Well, actually, I'm sick. I've followed up my lung infection in January with bronchitis in May... I'm not sure what karmic faux pas I've committed to be sick three days before the wedding, but obviously I've made some gaff. Oh well! The show must go on.
The last two weeks pre-sick have actually been pretty great. My work threw me a shower/drinks after work last Wednesday, which was a tonne of fun. Fonne?
We then went to Jody & Julia's wedding in Victoria on Saturday, which was lovely. The rooms they had for the ceremony and reception were amazing, and they were blessed with wonderful weather.
We're a little anxious about the weather, truth be known. Last Friday, the forecast was for cloudy periods and 10% chance of rain; by Monday it was rain with rainy periods and 90% chance of rain. Right now it seems to be for showers and 40-60% chance of rain, but the forecast also seems to change hourly, so we're going to play it by ear and decide on Saturday. No problem!
Gayle's bridge group threw me a surprise (and I was surprised!) shower on Sunday. I'd been rolling around with the triplets, grass in my hair, when off we went to a "restaurant in Point Roberts for tea" aka "Cathy's house for a shower". It was actually very wonderful, and so unexpected! I was quite overwhelmed by everyone's generosity. Thank you!
And... Monday morning I woke up sick. Just coughing, no other cold symptoms, and the doctor thinks it's bronchitis. He's given me some precautionary antibiotics -- ordinarily I don't believe in taking unncessary antibiotics, and I know bronchitis is viral, but these are to head any infections (likely) off at the pass.
My mum, Aunt Joan and sister Alex are all here, helping assemble favour bags and anything else my fevered mind can come up with. Thank goodness for helpful family! Their new Jeep looks like a little Hummette. My dad is driving the tiny Jeepette down tomorrow (slowly and carefully).
Also tomorrow we pick up the clothes, the rings, the flowers and the key to the hall. I also have a massage and a haircut. I know it's a little late for a haircut, but at my trim a few weeks ago, the woman just didn't trim out the layers which means I have spaniel head. So the manager at the salon is going to fix it, thank goodness. Mmm... spaniel head.
I'm drinking my Neocitran (tm) and contemplating bed. Ah, yes. Bed.
If I don't get a chance to post again before the Big Day, thanks to everyone who has followed this blog, and I look forward to meeting many of you on Saturday. I will continue to use this as my blog, since every day being married to my wonderful Steve will be a frabjous day. Awww... have no fear: sick or not, I am still darn excited to be getting married!
Mmm... bed...
'Til death do us part...
On Sunday afternoon, we were walking down on the shore path in lower Gibsons when we ran across the brother of our previous downstairs neighbour. When we lived in the house with the crazy landlady, Mona and her son lived below us, and Blaine -- her brother -- visited often. In fact, without knowing either of us, he pitched in a strong and tireless hand to help us move in in the first place.
So. We came up on Blaine, who was sitting on a park bench with a beer and a cigarette. We stopped to say 'hi' with at least a little trepidation as drunk Blaine was sometimes a little volatile. Turned out he wasn't volatile at all: he told us how nice it was to see us together as we were one of the nicest couples, and so beautiful together, and so in love, and we warmed his heart.
When we told him we were getting married, he was just estatic. He told us to hold on to it, and came over a bit emotional... he said he was married to his second wife for 18 years before she died in a car accident. This explains so much -- why Blaine, who is sociable and kind and good-hearted would drink so much, and seem to have a limited social circle, and why Mona, who bore the brunt of his outbursts, would have given him so much slack.
We left, hand in hand and dog behind, in great realization that we are very, very lucky to have found what we have in each other, and that our priority should be preserving and enjoying it, as life is short and unpredictable.
*sigh*
It's almost as if the worst thing about being in love is that you know it would hurt so very much to lose your partner. It's unthinkable, unbelievable... but still. Sometimes a reminder to cherish each other every day, every minute, is good. Not that we don't, but I want our 18th year and our 50th year to be just as precious as this past one has been.
A woman came into the office the other day and headed right over to my desk. She sat down and said that she came in three months ago for insurance, and since those three months were up, I should be getting married any minute! And yes, I am! Was? Will be? I thought it was so sweet, but weddings really do seem to bring out the best in people. I do hope that trend continues, as I know weddings can also bring out the stresses, especially in families.
I had lovely chats with my cousins Debbie & Anita. I don't know if they'll be able to make it, but I know their hearts will be with me. We've had a few people trickle off the RSVP list, but I think we'll still end up with 80-90, which is what we expected. Hey! If you haven't RSVP'd yet, it would be great if you did!
There's still lots to do, but it's all managable. I'm dropping off cake plates for the baker tomorrow and the ring for sizing next week; shoes and undies will be this weekend (but if I don't find any, there's some on the Coast I like).
I've also made time for some important sanity-preserving measures: I've planted some flowers (though they may all be drowned in the thundery deluge this afternoon), we've gone on walks, and tonight I had a heavenly massage. Yay!
We've received a few gifts in the mail and I'm so humbled by people's generosity.
Oh, and I'm tired and babbling.
Goodnight! And give your loved ones an extra hug, 'k?
So. We came up on Blaine, who was sitting on a park bench with a beer and a cigarette. We stopped to say 'hi' with at least a little trepidation as drunk Blaine was sometimes a little volatile. Turned out he wasn't volatile at all: he told us how nice it was to see us together as we were one of the nicest couples, and so beautiful together, and so in love, and we warmed his heart.
When we told him we were getting married, he was just estatic. He told us to hold on to it, and came over a bit emotional... he said he was married to his second wife for 18 years before she died in a car accident. This explains so much -- why Blaine, who is sociable and kind and good-hearted would drink so much, and seem to have a limited social circle, and why Mona, who bore the brunt of his outbursts, would have given him so much slack.
We left, hand in hand and dog behind, in great realization that we are very, very lucky to have found what we have in each other, and that our priority should be preserving and enjoying it, as life is short and unpredictable.
*sigh*
It's almost as if the worst thing about being in love is that you know it would hurt so very much to lose your partner. It's unthinkable, unbelievable... but still. Sometimes a reminder to cherish each other every day, every minute, is good. Not that we don't, but I want our 18th year and our 50th year to be just as precious as this past one has been.
A woman came into the office the other day and headed right over to my desk. She sat down and said that she came in three months ago for insurance, and since those three months were up, I should be getting married any minute! And yes, I am! Was? Will be? I thought it was so sweet, but weddings really do seem to bring out the best in people. I do hope that trend continues, as I know weddings can also bring out the stresses, especially in families.
I had lovely chats with my cousins Debbie & Anita. I don't know if they'll be able to make it, but I know their hearts will be with me. We've had a few people trickle off the RSVP list, but I think we'll still end up with 80-90, which is what we expected. Hey! If you haven't RSVP'd yet, it would be great if you did!
There's still lots to do, but it's all managable. I'm dropping off cake plates for the baker tomorrow and the ring for sizing next week; shoes and undies will be this weekend (but if I don't find any, there's some on the Coast I like).
I've also made time for some important sanity-preserving measures: I've planted some flowers (though they may all be drowned in the thundery deluge this afternoon), we've gone on walks, and tonight I had a heavenly massage. Yay!
We've received a few gifts in the mail and I'm so humbled by people's generosity.
Oh, and I'm tired and babbling.
Goodnight! And give your loved ones an extra hug, 'k?
And twenty-five days to go...
I feel like I'm just now hitting the ground running. And boy, is it rocky ground! Well, not so much rocky as having the occasional washout, downed tree and a bunch of roots just waiting to trip the unwary.
But the view sure is nice!
With less than four weeks to go, we are definitely looking at the homestretch, which, as I alluded to earlier, just seems impossible given that we've been rather lacksidasically planning this for almost ten months. Where did those months go? And what was I doing wasting them when I could have been writing our ceremony, or making programs, or buying shoes, or any of those things it didn't occur to me to do?
Still, headway is being made. We've spoken to all the people who are doing readings. We've booked the pier. The ceremony is mostly written, and with that done, programs are not far behind. Saturday is 'hair day' at the Creekside Salon, where I will get some hair cut and coloured and other hair removed (now isn't that Too Much Information!).
Eyebrows, silly!
The weekend after, we're in town picking up last minute stuff. A whole weekend of shopping! Steve'll just love that...
And the weekend after THAT we're going to Victoria for Jody and Julia's wedding. They got engaged in January, but May 12 was the best day they could get at their location. No offence, guys, but when I look at my to-do list, I do hate you. But just a little!
And the very next weekend Steve & I will do Our Thing and get married ourselves. Oy vey!
We're making time for other stuff besides weddinging, as otherwise we'd go mad. On Saturday we took advantage of the not-pouring weather to go up to Smuggler's Cove and go for a walk. It's not really a hike per se, as it's pretty gentle, but it was nice to get out all the same. We saw some charming little lillies: Steve says they're Fawn Lillies.
Smuggler's Cove is worth a visit. It's about 15 minutes drive north of Sechelt, so about 35 minutes from Gibsons. It has a beautiful protected rocky coastline and bluegreen lagoons. The trails are nice and they have interpretive signs. The arbutus trees are HUGE!
Angel and I walked up and down some log-bridges down by the water, which made Steve a little nervous. Not quite as nervous as when I convinced him to walk down one himself.
On the way home, we stopped the car on the side of the road to look at these flowers. Steve hasn't told me what kind they are.
Forgive me the metaphor, but this stage of planning really is like the trail through Smuggler's Cove: sometimes broad and flat, other times tricky and steep, but always beautiful and natural, with moments of exquisite loveliness. And, most wonderful -- we walk it together.
*sniff*
But the view sure is nice!
With less than four weeks to go, we are definitely looking at the homestretch, which, as I alluded to earlier, just seems impossible given that we've been rather lacksidasically planning this for almost ten months. Where did those months go? And what was I doing wasting them when I could have been writing our ceremony, or making programs, or buying shoes, or any of those things it didn't occur to me to do?
Still, headway is being made. We've spoken to all the people who are doing readings. We've booked the pier. The ceremony is mostly written, and with that done, programs are not far behind. Saturday is 'hair day' at the Creekside Salon, where I will get some hair cut and coloured and other hair removed (now isn't that Too Much Information!).
Eyebrows, silly!
The weekend after, we're in town picking up last minute stuff. A whole weekend of shopping! Steve'll just love that...
And the weekend after THAT we're going to Victoria for Jody and Julia's wedding. They got engaged in January, but May 12 was the best day they could get at their location. No offence, guys, but when I look at my to-do list, I do hate you. But just a little!
And the very next weekend Steve & I will do Our Thing and get married ourselves. Oy vey!
We're making time for other stuff besides weddinging, as otherwise we'd go mad. On Saturday we took advantage of the not-pouring weather to go up to Smuggler's Cove and go for a walk. It's not really a hike per se, as it's pretty gentle, but it was nice to get out all the same. We saw some charming little lillies: Steve says they're Fawn Lillies.
Smuggler's Cove is worth a visit. It's about 15 minutes drive north of Sechelt, so about 35 minutes from Gibsons. It has a beautiful protected rocky coastline and bluegreen lagoons. The trails are nice and they have interpretive signs. The arbutus trees are HUGE!
Angel and I walked up and down some log-bridges down by the water, which made Steve a little nervous. Not quite as nervous as when I convinced him to walk down one himself.
On the way home, we stopped the car on the side of the road to look at these flowers. Steve hasn't told me what kind they are.
Forgive me the metaphor, but this stage of planning really is like the trail through Smuggler's Cove: sometimes broad and flat, other times tricky and steep, but always beautiful and natural, with moments of exquisite loveliness. And, most wonderful -- we walk it together.
*sniff*
And... 28 days later
So. In four weeks exactly, we'll be married.
I've been having little milestones all week: on the 19th, I was thinking 'one month'; today, of course, it was 'four weeks'; tonight it's that at this time, in four weeks, we'll be Mr. & Mrs. Quattrocchi tearing ourselves away from The Best Party Ever and wandering back to the Sunshine Lodge for a well-deserved rest.
Has it really come up this fast?
I've been having little milestones all week: on the 19th, I was thinking 'one month'; today, of course, it was 'four weeks'; tonight it's that at this time, in four weeks, we'll be Mr. & Mrs. Quattrocchi tearing ourselves away from The Best Party Ever and wandering back to the Sunshine Lodge for a well-deserved rest.
Has it really come up this fast?
Birthdays and bootcamps and bad bloggers, oh my!
So.
It's been busy around here! After Steve's birthday... well, I barely remember the sequence of events, but lots happened.
We went hiking. A lot. Fortunately, the boot camp exercise program I've been doing has really paid off and when we went up Mt. Daniel (a hike that Just About Killed Me last May), I was able to rest step my way up the entire way without a break. Well, we took one break about halfway up to smooch, but that hardly counts as a rest! It was a huge boost to my confidence and helped us decide to re-do the West Coast Trail next summer. We're going to try and go in June 2008 and I'm VERY excited. We also went on a little hike from Lower Road down to the beach through... shhhhh... Camp Byng. We hiked along the beach a little and through a headland (well, under a big tree that was blocking our way).
Steve took the opportunity to take a photo of me scrambling ungracefully through the gap:
He did not give me the camera in order to return the favour, but I did take it off him long enough to take some very silly photos:
Mind you, I also took some very nice photos, some of which will be used for his profile on some stock photography website. Isn't he handsome?
And the dog is cute too :-)
Obviously boot camp went very well; good enough for me to sign up for round two in April and May. In fact, I'm even getting up *gasp* at 8am on a Saturday tomorrow in order to make it to Davis Bay for 9am boot camp. Angel has been coming with me: she loves getting out and running around, though she does wish I ran a little faster...
Wedding planning has been going gangbusters. Today we went to the Government Office in Sechelt and got our Marriage Licence -- now THAT made it feel even more real. I stood in that office with my right hand raised and swore we were getting married.
In March we spoke to an amazing flower person, but decided the budget wouldn't really support it when we realized how many people were really going to come... which is many. Many, many many. Many. Speaking of, RSVP please! We even have a cousin coming from England (hi, Andrew). I'm actually very content to do the flowers myself. The size of the wedding has meant that a lot of the personal things that I wanted to do were falling by the wayside: catering, large hall etc. That's great in that we really wanted to be as inclusive as possible and bring as many people together for this rite of passage, but I was starting to feel a bit like a bystander letting all the vendors do everything for me. I'm glad I hand-made the invitations; I'm glad I can make my own flowers.
How's this for an amazing bouquet made of all Coastal flora? It's from a wedding that was held on the property that Di lives on. Admittedly, this was August, so many things won't be available to me, like the blackberries. I still adore the idea of a ditch-flower bouquet.
The dresses have arrived early, but I haven't had a chance to lay my hands on them yet as Steve didn't have the COD cash on hand yesterday (a result of them arriving early) and we weren't home for the UPS lady today. I'm Very Excited about seeing them and slightly less excited about entrusting them to the mail as I disperse them to Lisa and Alex. Eek!
I've also been ordering all sorts of exciting stuff off eBay -- paper bags, bra, sparkly things... though we did actually find a perfectly acceptable top to wear with my outfit at Costco of all places. Thanks, Gayle, for rooting through a mountain of shirts to find one in my size :-) I'm still hoping Alex and Tracy will make it down in early May to go shopping in Bellingham -- even if I don't find anything better, it will be a tonne of fun (funne?).
I've also ordered a few Turkey tourist brochures and a road map from eBay as we're getting just as excited about the honeymoon as the wedding (plus there's way less stress associated with the honeymoon.
Here we are earlier in the week, having dinner at Molly's Reach and practicing taking portraits in dim light:
Did I mention we were in town last weekend for Easter/my birthday? That's when we went to Costco, among other places. Our wonderful roommate Tania helped us get a carpet cleaner for her wedding gift to us, so I picked that up at Walmart, and got myself a whole wack of capris at Old Navy. Thanks to the boot camp for getting me down a size or two, and thank you Steve for getting me the boot camp for my birthday pressie! On the Friday, after catching the first *yawn* boat into town, we went to Granville Island. We walked some of the Seawall, went to Opus and Steve took some photos of the market to practice taking photos in the markets in Tukey.
Have you noticed a fixation?
Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey Wedding Hiking Turkey Wedding Turkey eBay Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey...
Tonight I'm sitting at Di's house listening to music: there's Di, Steve, Barbara Lee (whose birthday it is tonight), Erynn, Fraser and Heather all playing amazing Celtic music. This room just rings so bright with all their tunes. Tonight life is its usual normal, magical, glittering self.
Tomorrow it will be five weeks exactly until the wedding and I keep scouring to-do lists to see what I have forgotten. I'd make a list of my to-dos but it would scare you. So I won't.
This weekend makes a good start, though. I'll have clothes, so even if I'm barefoot, at least I won't be naked. We have a marriage licence. We met with Helen last weekend, so we'll have an officient. All we really need after that to get married are two witnesses and a pen to sign the documents. Everything else is gravy.
We know we have a hall with reasonably comfy chairs, awesome food and wonderful music. The gravy looks pretty good, eh?
It's been busy around here! After Steve's birthday... well, I barely remember the sequence of events, but lots happened.
We went hiking. A lot. Fortunately, the boot camp exercise program I've been doing has really paid off and when we went up Mt. Daniel (a hike that Just About Killed Me last May), I was able to rest step my way up the entire way without a break. Well, we took one break about halfway up to smooch, but that hardly counts as a rest! It was a huge boost to my confidence and helped us decide to re-do the West Coast Trail next summer. We're going to try and go in June 2008 and I'm VERY excited. We also went on a little hike from Lower Road down to the beach through... shhhhh... Camp Byng. We hiked along the beach a little and through a headland (well, under a big tree that was blocking our way).
Steve took the opportunity to take a photo of me scrambling ungracefully through the gap:
He did not give me the camera in order to return the favour, but I did take it off him long enough to take some very silly photos:
Mind you, I also took some very nice photos, some of which will be used for his profile on some stock photography website. Isn't he handsome?
And the dog is cute too :-)
Obviously boot camp went very well; good enough for me to sign up for round two in April and May. In fact, I'm even getting up *gasp* at 8am on a Saturday tomorrow in order to make it to Davis Bay for 9am boot camp. Angel has been coming with me: she loves getting out and running around, though she does wish I ran a little faster...
Wedding planning has been going gangbusters. Today we went to the Government Office in Sechelt and got our Marriage Licence -- now THAT made it feel even more real. I stood in that office with my right hand raised and swore we were getting married.
In March we spoke to an amazing flower person, but decided the budget wouldn't really support it when we realized how many people were really going to come... which is many. Many, many many. Many. Speaking of, RSVP please! We even have a cousin coming from England (hi, Andrew). I'm actually very content to do the flowers myself. The size of the wedding has meant that a lot of the personal things that I wanted to do were falling by the wayside: catering, large hall etc. That's great in that we really wanted to be as inclusive as possible and bring as many people together for this rite of passage, but I was starting to feel a bit like a bystander letting all the vendors do everything for me. I'm glad I hand-made the invitations; I'm glad I can make my own flowers.
How's this for an amazing bouquet made of all Coastal flora? It's from a wedding that was held on the property that Di lives on. Admittedly, this was August, so many things won't be available to me, like the blackberries. I still adore the idea of a ditch-flower bouquet.
The dresses have arrived early, but I haven't had a chance to lay my hands on them yet as Steve didn't have the COD cash on hand yesterday (a result of them arriving early) and we weren't home for the UPS lady today. I'm Very Excited about seeing them and slightly less excited about entrusting them to the mail as I disperse them to Lisa and Alex. Eek!
I've also been ordering all sorts of exciting stuff off eBay -- paper bags, bra, sparkly things... though we did actually find a perfectly acceptable top to wear with my outfit at Costco of all places. Thanks, Gayle, for rooting through a mountain of shirts to find one in my size :-) I'm still hoping Alex and Tracy will make it down in early May to go shopping in Bellingham -- even if I don't find anything better, it will be a tonne of fun (funne?).
I've also ordered a few Turkey tourist brochures and a road map from eBay as we're getting just as excited about the honeymoon as the wedding (plus there's way less stress associated with the honeymoon.
Here we are earlier in the week, having dinner at Molly's Reach and practicing taking portraits in dim light:
Did I mention we were in town last weekend for Easter/my birthday? That's when we went to Costco, among other places. Our wonderful roommate Tania helped us get a carpet cleaner for her wedding gift to us, so I picked that up at Walmart, and got myself a whole wack of capris at Old Navy. Thanks to the boot camp for getting me down a size or two, and thank you Steve for getting me the boot camp for my birthday pressie! On the Friday, after catching the first *yawn* boat into town, we went to Granville Island. We walked some of the Seawall, went to Opus and Steve took some photos of the market to practice taking photos in the markets in Tukey.
Have you noticed a fixation?
Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey Wedding Hiking Turkey Wedding Turkey eBay Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey Wedding Turkey...
Tonight I'm sitting at Di's house listening to music: there's Di, Steve, Barbara Lee (whose birthday it is tonight), Erynn, Fraser and Heather all playing amazing Celtic music. This room just rings so bright with all their tunes. Tonight life is its usual normal, magical, glittering self.
Tomorrow it will be five weeks exactly until the wedding and I keep scouring to-do lists to see what I have forgotten. I'd make a list of my to-dos but it would scare you. So I won't.
This weekend makes a good start, though. I'll have clothes, so even if I'm barefoot, at least I won't be naked. We have a marriage licence. We met with Helen last weekend, so we'll have an officient. All we really need after that to get married are two witnesses and a pen to sign the documents. Everything else is gravy.
We know we have a hall with reasonably comfy chairs, awesome food and wonderful music. The gravy looks pretty good, eh?
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