...And More Than A Year Later, The Honeymoon

Hey, we totally got married last year!

It's been over a year since we tied the knot, and over a year since I shut down operations over here at Off Season Bride. After all, the wedding planning was over. I was no longer a bride; I was a wife. I officially shut down this blog, thanking everyone for the wonderful ride.

But now, fourteen months later, the  fiancé  husband and I are on our honeymoon.

Finally.

And it's in London.

ENGLAND.

With add-on days in Paris and Stockholm.

I was already thinking that I needed to document this in some way more meaningful than a few humble-brag Facebook photos (#HereWeAreAtBigBen #DeliciousVindaloo #LookHowGreatThisIsGuys!). I figured maybe it was time to climb back into the blogging saddle, even if it's only for a week-long ride. Could be a good idea, I decided. But we'll see.

We just wrapped our first full day here in London... and I'm already struggling to remember what all we did today.

Which led me to two thoughts:

1) See, this is why people get married in their twenties.

2) Yeah. I should blog about this. For my own memory's sake, if nothing else.

So here we go. If you're interested in getting back on the OSB train, all aboard, y'all. The catch-up happens now and I'll try to stay consistent for the week.

#LookHowGreatThisIsGuys!

After: All of the Love

OMG LOOK AT THAT RING.
(Brunch Aftershock Picture.)

I wish that I had the time, immediately after the wedding, to capture everything that the day was: all of the joy, all of the laughter, all of the perfect bloopers, all of the friends and family truly becoming one community, all of the dancing, all of the love.

I didn't have that time right after the wedding. We stayed up dancing and karaoke-ing at the Best Unplanned Wedding After-Party Ever until 3 AM, which thanks to Daylight Savings Time was really 4 AM. Then we got up at 9 AM to have brunch with a bleary-eyed but beaming crew of friends and family. Then we had to drive three hours back home, continue packing...

... and the next day, we picked up a moving truck. Some of the very same amazing friends who helped us get married Saturday night showed up Monday morning to help us load a truck and move away from them.

As I said on Facebook, teary-eyed as I typed, that is the definition of Joy. Community. Love. The theme of our wedding, and God willing, the theme of our life.

Someday, I want to have time to share some of the amazing stories of love from the weekend and immediately following it. I mean, I did already share one brief hilarious blue-comedy bit. Now, I will share one sweeter moment:

Toward late afternoon, as the fiance HUSBAND was preparing to hit the road (yes, another week-long separation ahead), our friend Richard came over. When we let him in, he said, eyes alight: "I'm going back outside to get something set up! Don't come out until I knock again!"

Curious, tired, and obedient, we waited. A few minutes later, he knocked again. We stepped outside, and my eyes welled with tears for the thousandth time this week. When we stepped outside, this is what we saw:

Somehow, in the time between Sunday and Monday, while we packed and loaded and prepared for The Next Big Thing without any time to reflect and relax... Richard created an incredibly beautiful, moving memento - not only for us, but for our parents and our little wedding team. In his shop, he chopped up the beautiful twisted trees that had formed the base of our chuppah, and created candle sets for all of us. Wherever any of us go, we will now always have a small piece of our first official "home" as a married couple to take with us, and literally light our lives. Is there anything more lovely?

I don't have time, today, to reflect on all of the moments like this, from The Day and everything after. I still have too much packing to do, too much cleaning to do, to many hugs and quality time to squeeze in while I can. But for the record? I did have the time of my life that day. Getting married was awesome. It's pretty cool to say that the best wedding you ever went to was your own. It truly was the Best Day Ever.

And it's all because of the people. Our parents and siblings, our friends who are family. We didn't spend a lot of money on this wedding, relatively speaking, but we did spend a lot of time and energy and collaboration. It's overwhelming. I might not stop tearing up every few minutes for a good long time. Especially since the fiance HUSBAND is gone again, and I'm staying with precious friends (WSM-D and hubby-J) I can't imagine not seeing all the time, and the emotional roller coaster is far from over. But what a ride, y'all. 

What a beautiful ride.