A couple days before I got married, my sister warned me about "wedding hangover". How, once the wedding is over and done with, the feeling of depression or feeling lost because the big day is done and there's nothing left to do...
I think I've escaped it.
There wasn't a lot of anticipation - I was so busy before that it just crept up on me - there was very little stress the day of - and after, well, after I get the excitement of living my dream so no problem there.
The wedding day was wonderful. The weather cooperated. The service was beautiful (to me at least). There was much laughter and tears at the wedding ceremony AND the reception. George smiled the whole time. George's dad smiled the whole time. Ben was an absolute angel.
And yet... I was glad to get through it. Yes, it was a special day - one of the most special of my life, ranking right up there with the day (ok, night) that Ben was born. But I had been ready to get on with life for a long time... the life where George and I figure out how to live together, and where George and Ben and I begin to make a family.
On to the adventure!
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I'm so thrilled for you. I can't wait to see you the next time you are in Atlanta. You deserve every bit of happiness.
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