Oh, jeez. I really wish I actually updated this blog. I don't think anyone else reads it and I'm perfectly OK with that. I prefer it. I just really wish I could look back at the last few months and remember:
*Bill proposing in the kitchen on Halloween. He was in costume and had eye makeup and looked hilarious. I found the ring in a box of chocolates on the counter and said, "What's that?" like an idiot. It was my first response. It felt so good to get engaged. I wish I had written down more details. I know we danced in the living room. We called everyone that night. We drank the Champagne I saved and moved to the new house for that occasion. We ate leftover Chinese once we realized we still had not eaten late that night.
*Adopting Nina the wiggle-butt. Kobi needed a sister and when I saw her picture on petfinder, I was smitten. It took two cars and four people to road trip to nowhere Indiana to pick her up. She is worth it. She jumps up on people. She tore into the garbage many times. She once ate a pound of chocolate and we had to induce vomiting at 6am to save her life. Still, she's awesome. Sweet, submissive and loving. She is a true doggie and a kind soul.
*Getting married in the spring. It was so much fun. We had 100 people and I wore a white dress and I did all these things I never planned to do. Bill and I cried and laughed and kissed a million times. I got drunk on Gin and Tonics and when they played Bright Eyes First day of My life, I realized it was the last song. Our wedding nightmares were minor and the party was fantastic.
So here I am, many months after updating, a married lady. I changed my name at the social security office today. I get me new card in however many business days. I have never once doubted that marrying Bill is the right thing and the best thing for me. I have always known how lucky we are to have the love we have. It still comes as a shock to the system that my own name is going away. I chose to change my name without any real pressure. I could keep it, I know. I wanted to take his name. My own name is gone. Only my sister and I shared it. She has long changed hers. It wasn't a family name. It was the name of one generation only. We have bothe kept it's melodic hyphenated glory as our legal middle name. The SSA teller actually smirked at me and asked, "You sure? You want all three last names?"
"Well, it's a middle name, actually. Just one last name," I smiled and the smile wasn't fake.
It's my day off. Any bleach blonde bitch in khakis and a polo who wants to judge me can feel free. I'm happy in my choice. I am a Mrs. now.
Next big adventure? Let's try and make a baby.
