Okay, People. Bear with me here.

Because, for one of the few times in my entire life, I’m letting myself off the hook.

I’m still showing up, because this is a kind of lifeline for me, but it’s not going to be much.

I’m a Mrs now and that means, like with all things, I have to take a few days to ponder and soak it in. Not that it feels any different. It doesn’t, at all. Really.

I thought maybe it would, but that’s probably because everyone else told me it would. Reminder to Self: Listen To No One.

I can tell you this though: all went perfectly. In all of its imperfection.

Like how I couldn’t find my deodorant so I used Johnson’s Baby Powder instead. Except it’s really hard to put on baby powder on your armpits without it spilling so then of course I was desperately trying to rub it out of my dress and use minimal water.

And how my dad and I both tried to go out the door at the same time and we got stuck, then came fumbling out. So much for a graceful entrance. We stumbled and bumbled the whole way, with TC talking — imagine that. And me saying, shut the f up, I don’t know if our guests can hear you!

It truly was a relaxing day. I didn’t stress once. It’s a little hard to stress when you’re surrounded by immediate family. I mean, I knew if I made a complete jack ass out of myself, they’d still talk to me … at some point.

I slept into 11 yesterday. I got in a nice walk and yoga. But. I did forget to wash my hair. Fail on the hair front, but let’s be real — when does my hair ever look presentable? And when do I ever do anything with it? Precisely, I don’t, so why start at a wedding?

Today, has been marveling at the fact that, I am married. And being able to say, husband! Please bring me food.  Or any number of my other requests, because that’s what husbands do, right?