I don’t even know where to begin.
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m sitting in the living room in my nightie still, drinking coffee and trying to sift through all the things there are to catch up on. There are opened Crate & Barrel boxes strewn around the house, the dining room table is piled high with gifts and cards and mementos like cake cutting knives and engraved champagne glasses. The plants need to be watered, I have to go to the bank, we’re out of milk and I don’t even want to think about all that there is to catch up on at work today.
I’m a married woman now. I’m Greg Boose’s wife. He’s my husband. (And yes, he’s wearing shorts in this picture. I was the only one who stayed in my wedding garb after everyone changed to deal with the heat.)
There is so much I want to write about, so much I want to capture and remember and sift through from this past weekend. It will take time though, I think. I understand the purpose of a honeymoon and wish we were on one right now. Our night spent on Martha’s Vineyard together, after the reception, was a welcome respite but not long enough. I can’t believe I have to go to work today or begin following up on restaurant reviews for the guidebook we’re working on or go to Trader Joes or listen to a hundred voicemails at my hospice job.
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But that said, I couldn’t be more grateful or thrilled by how we decided to do this. The wedding was actually perfect. I don’t think there was one thing I would changed and it was ten times better than I ever hoped it could be.
More soon. I just need to catch up a little. Thank you so much to everyone who has sent messages and gifts and
let us know how loved and thought of we are. We couldn’t be more grateful or feel any more special than we do right now.