So, it is probably unnecessary to name the busyness that has kept me from blogging these past few months. Instead of apologizing from my absence from the blogosphere, I'll just name that I was hard at work on putting the finishing touches on our wedding, which took place last weekend and move on.
It seems that time was marked with "before the wedding" and "after the wedding." The month before the wedding was a flurry of finishing up DIY projects (which would not have been possible without Ellen, my DIY partner-in-crime). The week before the wedding I fit in a special date with Mom, Pop, Ellen and Jason. A few days before the wedding the Frazier Fab Four made our way west and soaked up time together while running errands.
Then last Saturday, with the most beautiful weather in the most beautiful spot in Black Mountain we said our vows and exchanged rings.
We served communion to our family and dear friends.
We danced and celebrated til our feet hurt.
And then Jason and I spent three days post-wedding relaxing in an incredible house just outside of Black Mountain with this view:
It was every bit of the blur that I had been warned about. And I'll try to recount the details now that we are in the "after the wedding" part. Already some of it will come flooding back as we pour over the photos and open gifts as we settle in to this new, not-so-strange married life -- and in the midst of all of that, I know that the moment I certainly won't forget is the moment that inspired this blog to begin with. The moment not caught up in the rest of the blur; the moment when we spoke aloud the vows that were long ago written on our hearts: with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor and cherish you.
