It's been a week since the "I Do". It's been a very sweet week. A very busy week, but tender and loving in all of the right ways.
The professional pictures are being edited, but my lovely sister in law, Cori, was kind enough to pass this one along.
Shoes and I planned for this day for a long time (long before we were actually engaged). And I, as you well know, have been thinking about what it would be like to be married again for longer than that.
Remember the training that happened the week before the wedding? Oh, that was torturous. 8 hours a day, sitting on my rear, re-vising suicide risk assessment, how to keep safe in unsafe situations and Washington laws regarding how to involuntarily commit a person to a psychiatric hold ... all while answering multiple texts and emails regarding the wedding.
(Very grateful for Shoes' generous graduation present of an I Phone. It helped ... immensely.)
Left the training a little early on Friday and made it in town just in time to make the rehearsal dinner. Busy, busy, busy ... and at that point, starting to feel a little strung out. The rehearsal dinner was a lovely time of catching up with old friends, new babies and missed family members.
And the next day, we got married. I married Shoes. Shoes married me. We married each other. We finally did it.
I cried buckets at the ceremony. Because God is so faithful. Because it was a gorgeous (albeit 100 degree!) day. Because my sweet friends helped so much the day before to get everything ready while I was gone. Because I am wholly in love with Shoes. Because our vows were meaningful and heartfelt (we actually did end up writing them together and, if we're FB friends, the video has been posted to my timeline).
Shoes teared up a little, too, during our vows.
That made me cry a little more.
I cannot even begin to tell you how grateful I am. For Shoes. For this life. For everything.
Now, we are married.
And we have a dog.
And we are looking for a house.
And Cougar football season is about to start.
And I have this new job in a town that's 30 miles away (which, as all you social service / LEA / counselor types out there, is definitely advantageous).
And now that my life has a new rhythm, there will be more posting.
In closing, our going away car (also courtesy of Cori) and a new pic of Rosie. Because we are finally, finally a family.