I got married on Friday, April 17th 2009 at approximately 9 pm.
It was an emotional day for me. I spent the morning fighting with my soon-to-be- husband. I told him I didn't want us to make a mistake. The poor man had to put up with some serious crazy.
I got my hair done and rushed to get a manicure and pedicure. By the time I got back to the hotel the make-up artist had already started doing my mom's makeup. Then the water works stared. I cried for a good thirty minutes. It was a mixture of missing my family, cold feet, and the idea of something being so final. I also felt very alone.
Needless to say I was an hour late for the ceremony. The judge had been waiting over 45 minutes and all the paper work was done. The only thing missing was my father's signature. That's right. My father's signature, not mine. We arrived at the house and I immediately got pulled into a chair. I watched as my father signed the marriage contract and recited the vows with my husband. I watched them get me married.
I was in disbelief. The whole thing took less than 3 minutes. Next thing I know I'm being showered with congratulations.
I still don't believe it. People need to stop calling me Mrs.
Nothing changes. We still live in different countries. It won't feel final till after the wedding in October.
I'm sorry this post is weird. It kind of shows you what's going on in my head. All I can say with conviction is I married my best friend, and I love him.
I'll post pictures of Friday when I get them.