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    Mawwage…or at least the wedding

    The last month has been a special kind of busy; that wonderful kind where projects wrap up and free up time to start new ones. I didn’t realize when we set the date of our wedding for the end of summer that it would so neatly cooincide with the seasons, but it definitely has.

    The wedding went off splendidly. I had come to really resent the amount of time it was taking up in my life, the endless fretting over what are, to me, pretty stupid little details. I hate to be a cliche, but it was worth it. We started out well by picking a beautiful venue, lucking into beautiful weather and bringing together a really stunningly wonderful group of people. We wrote our own ceremony, being the godless heathens that we are, and my absolute favorite part was when we entered the chapel, arm in arm, and the entire place burst into cheering. My husband is a very well loved man. We had a hundred people in a room that all loved us, which was a tremendous feeling. The ceremony was performed by a very good and old friend of mine. My brother-in-law played a song for us in the middle of the ceremony. We passed our rings through the crowd and asked everyone to bless them. One of my oldest friends read “To Love is Not to Possess” by James Kavanaugh, which depicts my feelings on love precisely. It was beautiful.

    And then we ate. We danced. We were heckled. We danced some more. We heckled back. We went to bed. We woke up and ate a pig and potatoes and many salads. We chatted and talked and talked. There was a frisbee and a giant inflatable soccer ball.

    I completely wrecked my wedding shoes. I still have to see if there’s a cobbler who can get the mud out.

    And then we went on vacation for a week out in the west of Ireland, in one of the most beautiful places that I’ve ever been in my life. We went to the Aran islands, where I bought myself several sweaters that just inspire my knitting. I can’t wait for the season to turn even more than it has so that I can wear them. Inis Mór, the island we actually went to, was knitter’s heaven. Store after store after store of knitted sweaters,ranging from the very traditional cabled drop shoulder patterns to some more modern ideas, one of which I need to steal soon.

    It was as perfect as any event like that could be. Returning to life has been difficult after such an amazing experience. It still hasn’t sunk in that we’re married, now that we’re back in our house with all its various projects that we still have to do, but I’m sure it will once my name changes. And now that the wedding is out of the way, there’s time to start on some of those things we’ve been putting off all summer. It’s fall now. I’m ready to get to work.