I’ve dropped a few hints about this, but in case I haven’t made it as obvious as I thought I did, Andrew and I got married in Vegas.
And then we forgot how to open our eyes when people take pictures of us.
Now, for whatever reason, immediately after I tell someone I got married again, I get a little defensive, as if waiting for whoever I’ve told to ask me if I’m totally crazy. And I’m not. Just so you know. I know I got married and divorced once before. Yeah, that happened. It didn’t work. Yeah, I’m only not-quite 24. And yeah, I got married again because holy crap it felt like the bestest, most right thing in the whole world. And you know what? I’m happier than I’ve ever been before. Seriously. Like my heart, or something, is overflowing with glee. And whatnot.
Ahem. Good. I’m glad we got that out of the way. I’m not sure why it’s necessary. Maybe it’s the amount of times certain people asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted and having to answer, fiercely, that yes, god dammit, yes, this is what I want. I know better than to make the same mistake twice and lock myself into something I don’t want and trust me when I say I asked myself over and over and over again if this is what I wanted and every single time myself answered that YES! This is what I need, want, have to have!
So, yay! I’m married!
Oh, and let me just say that there’s nothing better than being married to your best friend.
I really don’t want to get all mushy and whatnot but still. I got married. And it was awesome. And I was nervous and anxious and it was just so damn awesome and holy crap! I’m freakin’ happy. Crazy happy. Wicked happy. And so, so, so in love with the wonderful man that is now, finally, my husband.
Have you ever met someone and then immediately recognized that they are awesome and that you have to be friends with them? Yes, no, maybe? Well, that’s what it was like when I met Andrew. And what I love, what I really, ultimately, love the most about our relationship is that we were best friends first. I love that we developed a standard of honesty through our friendship before we ever shared a kiss and I love that the importance of honesty in our relationship has stayed with us as our relationship has changed shape. I love that I could tell him anything, that I can cry openly in front of him about things I haven’t EVER cried about in front of other people. I love that I can laugh with him, be the silly self that I am with him, be as absolutely weird as I want in front of him, talk with him, snuggle with him, work with him and just be with him. It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. It’s the best thing since veggie fried rice, and, in case I haven’t made it obvious yet, I am happy. Truly, completely, ridiculously happy.
And now, feel free to go puke up little pink hearts and whatnot, because I might.