Life as an M R S

I’ve been married for over three weeks now and I love, love, LOVE my new husband. I never thought I would say this, but married life (even if it’s the second time round) is GREAT! Bet most of you thought you’d never hear those words pass my lips, huh. Don’t worry, you’re not the only ones. Even I never thought I would hear those words pass my lips!

It’s been crazy running around seeing friends and getting organized for Brrringland over the Christmas holidays. I’m also putting my wedding scrapbook album together and that has been really wonderful. I can relive the evening over and over without the nervousness and without being pulled in a hundred different directions at the same time. Not that I’m complaining, I loved our wedding day and cannot begin to tell everyone who was there how much it meant to me.

I also want to thank all of you who took photos during the wedding and sent them on afterwards. P and I have laughed our heads off at those taken during the drinks party. I took the CD round to the Canadian Family’s one evening and banished the kids to another room while we howled over the photos.

There is a great one of P on the dance floor sans shirt, another of my good friend’s boyfriend dry h*mping my new husband and some of Yeller Fever (or should I call you White Fever now?!) dancing with this girl, then that girl, then yet another girl, etc. You get the picture.

There is even one of us (bride and groom, our parents aged 60, 62 and 70, various friends, etc) doing a group hug thingy on the dance floor and jumping up and down to the band’s version of our first dance song, “Chasing Cars”! I don’t think anyone else in the crowded club understood why we did that, but it was just brilliant. It still makes me smile whenever I think of it!

P and I often talk about what a top night it was and how we wish we could relive the entire week again, starting from our combi hen/stag night where we went to the Four Floors in the back of the lorry! How drunk were we? OMG.

My ex-husband Mark also flew in for the wedding, which both P and I really appreciated. The evening before the big night, a bunch of us were out drinking (surprise surprise). Mark and I had a very good talk about his mum (whom I adored) and my friend Lane, who both succumbed to cancer a few years ago. It was a bittersweet moment, remembering lost loved ones on what was one of the happiest weeks of my life to date.

But it made me realize something: That not only do I have the best husband in the whole entire universe, but I am also truly blessed that my ex-husband is one of my most treasured and trusted friends. I really am very lucky.

I didn’t realize that I hadn’t written in on the blog for quite a while until the mother in the Canadian Family mentioned it last night when they came round for dinner. I’ve just been so busy working and running errands that one day just rolls on relentlessly into the next and before I’ve realized, it’s a week short of a month since we got married.

Last night while we were waiting for Yeller/White Fever to show up before we started eating, the Young JC from upstairs texted and asked if he could borrow my iron. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and I saw my frazzled neighbour wearing jeans and an unbuttoned, wrinkled shirt. He came in, said hi to the Canadian Family and told us that all the power sockets in his unit were on the blink. That is not unusal as this is a brand new building and there are still kinks to work out.

I plugged in the iron and set up the board in the hallway, but for some reason, that particular socket didn’t work either. The one in the living room did, so the Young JC had to sort his shirt out where we were all sitting ha ha. If you can imagine, the poor guy had to make conversation with us and pretend that it was a normal occurrence for him to iron without his shirt on in front of people he hardly knows. The Canadians’ 11-year-old daughter’s face was a picture!

I couldn’t help laughing and told him that it was going on the blog. I guess I should thank him for keeping us all entertained.

Anyway, it’s late Sunday evening and I’m enjoying my new Christmas-scented candle (present from the Canadian Family). I’ll end here for now because I want to lie down and read a book. If you don’t hear from me for a few weeks, don’t fret. It’s because I’ll be frolicking in Winter Wonderland with P!

Have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!