So what was it like to get married?
Well I woke up and did my hair, makeup, and got ready, then woke up Greg to tell him it was his wedding day. He helped me into my long-line bra (or as I like to call it, the torture device) and zipped up my short little black dress. I felt beautiful. I mean, I'm still a short fat person wearing a dress, but still! I had clean hair, I smelled good, I felt fancy.
When my mom and David came over, it was chaos. I had torn my apartment apart preparing for the hurricane and the wedding at the same time. There were pieces of multi-colored tulle and bags of canned goods everywhere in case we needed to evacuate and I had not straightened up. So I kept walking around everyone going, "Excuse me!" and answering every question with, "Uh-huh!" And then I sat in the truck and almost passed out. Seriously, I couldn't breathe. I am unused to even wearing Spanx, so the long line bra with boning that went down to my hips compressed my lungs. I honestly thought I would get car sick all over my dress, but I was OK. I was fine when we got out of the car. Greg looked really worried at all the commotion.
Finally we were in Annapolis and out of the car and I felt much better! We made the walk to the courthouse, which was scenic with the quaint brick roads and old-timey buildings. Inside the courthouse the information desk was decorated with zombies and spiderwebs. We hung out for a little bit and then walked into the licensing department to get to marrying.
It was basically one big photo op. Lots of pictures were taken but there wasn't anything really big going on. All we did was dress up, go to the chapel, sign our names, hold hands, repeated words, kiss, hug, and complained we were hungry and wanted to get out of our uncomfortable clothes.
Even though there was nothing big going on, it still felt wonderful to look into my husband's eyes and say those words.
I felt it in my solar plexus when we first kissed as husband and wife.
And it's that, really. If you want to commit to one person until both of you die, this is what you should do. It's the best feeling in the world. Every consenting adult who wants to get married should. My brother in law is getting married to his girlfriend next week and I want one of my closest friends Joey to make history with his boyfriend Kenny when they become each others husbands in January.
The only thing that feels even remotely as delicious as getting married is finally getting out of wearing a combination of Spanx and a long line bra. Because there should be laws, people.
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Thank you to my friend David for bringing his camera so we could have photos to remember the day by.
Edit: I forgot to mention one detail about what it's like to be newly married:
I always felt weddings should be low-key and intimate and I still plan on celebrating with more people later. I think I definitely thought this through and really waited until I knew. (Nine years! Heh.) I still would have liked to have time to plan a celebration to join our families together, but nothing says we still can't. I just know that when Greg "kissed the bride" it really slammed into me that we were married. I felt the effects for several days as I was jerked out of sleep by my brain every few hours, as if my body was trying to tell me Santa had come and there were presents. My brain repeatedly thought, "Psst, wake up, did you forget you are married? Because you are! Don't forget! Night!" I thought it was hysterical, even more funny as I went several nights without sleeping soundly because of this side-effect of making this huge commitment. Nobody told me this would happen! So weird!!!
