AH – MARRIED LIFE

May 7. It came and went like any other day, except for the major difference of getting married. Seventeen months of planning is all wrapped up. All that is left to do is pen the thank you notes and drop them in the mail. The ceremony is over. The reception was a hit. The honeymoon was a blast. I can truly say that I really enjoyed our wedding and everything that went along with it. It was a whirlwind, as they say. If I had to sum it up in one word it would be: OVERWHELMING. Three days in Alex-Bay starting on the Friday before. Packing the truck, traveling up, getting into our respective rooms, guests arriving and checking in, impromptu tail gate party, the rehearsal dinner, setting up the reception and ceremony rooms, getting gift bags ready, seeing people and more people and even more people. The wedding day; getting dressed (in front of the photographer), getting nervous, the ceremony, the reception, the people, the day of the event. Two-week honeymoon: DisneyWorld; packing, traveling, unpacking, walking, drinking, sunning, swimming, packing, going home.

Now, I have been to many weddings and have actually been a participant in three or four, not including this one. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what went into preparing for and ultimately pulling off a day like this. Well, I was very wrong. A month before the “day”, I watched, helplessly, as Millisa’s head turned from her normal pinkish-white, through red, then through two shades of blue, into a grayish tint of purple, before finally exploding into thousands of cute, tiny, little pieces. She made it, though! And, I have to give her and her very generous friends ALL of the credit. I thought Jaime actually lived with us for a while. She was at the house to help with flowers one night, gift bags the next and table favors on another. I tried to keep a low profile during the “crunch time” knowing that if I attempted to “help”, I would promptly be bashed over the head, dragged into garage and stuffed into the Rubbermaid storage container that sits on the bottom shelf and the lid sealed tight with a burp! Remember, I am a man and have absolutely no right giving an opinion on how to pack a box of plastic flowers so they will fit in the car with all of the other stuff that has to be taken.

Well, I am sure this is only the first of many blogs regarding the happiest day of my life. So, stay tuned for more. They will make you want to run out and find your own bride! Trust me.

Chowder!