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Oh my God ....
May. 19th, 2003 06:54 pm... I'm married!
I can hardly believe that the party is over and I'm married.
Everything washed by like in a dream and I still expect to wake up and find that's it's like a week to go.
It might sound too sweet or icky or something but this WAS, literally, the most beautiful day of my life so far. Almost all the people who were important to me were there and and happy for me and holding my hand.
The weather wasn't the perfect one for getting married, but, as the Italians say, a wet bride is a happy bride.
Right now my hunsband (jajajajaja!) is singing in the background, cooking dinner after I finished packing for the honeymoon which will start tomorrow.
There are so many things that I would still like to write, so many people that I still want to say thanks to and huddle and kiss and basically keep in telling them how much it meant to me that they were there. But I'm tired as hell and hungry like a wolf, so you will hopefully forgive me, if I postpone this. I promise to write a novel about it when we are back from Cuba.
Kisses and lots of love to all of you. I have enough of that right now to share it with the world.
I can hardly believe that the party is over and I'm married.
Everything washed by like in a dream and I still expect to wake up and find that's it's like a week to go.
It might sound too sweet or icky or something but this WAS, literally, the most beautiful day of my life so far. Almost all the people who were important to me were there and and happy for me and holding my hand.
The weather wasn't the perfect one for getting married, but, as the Italians say, a wet bride is a happy bride.
Right now my hunsband (jajajajaja!) is singing in the background, cooking dinner after I finished packing for the honeymoon which will start tomorrow.
There are so many things that I would still like to write, so many people that I still want to say thanks to and huddle and kiss and basically keep in telling them how much it meant to me that they were there. But I'm tired as hell and hungry like a wolf, so you will hopefully forgive me, if I postpone this. I promise to write a novel about it when we are back from Cuba.
Kisses and lots of love to all of you. I have enough of that right now to share it with the world.
