I've got to say, being married is pretty cool. I get to say things like "Could I get my husband a soda?" and "Nice to meet you, I'm Ali's stepmom" (instead of the ever-so-cumbersome "Ali's dad's girlfriend", which always sounded to me both temporary and juvenile, and never failed to evoke a raised eyebrow of homewrecker accusation, which didn't apply to us). Plus I get to have a new name, which is very exciting - even though my mother will always call me by my maiden name. AND I get to spend the rest of my life with this guy. Ahh... life is good.
And the wedding (though it sounds a bit weird to call it that) was perfect. I can't even begin to describe how perfect it was. We got in to Edinburgh, which is a completely lovely city, a bit early so we checked in at the Registrar's Office, where everyone knew who we were (we were the only wedding that day), and were so friendly and excited for us. Mike and I had possibly the best lunch ever around the corner at The Grain Store. After that we met up with my parents and sister, got married, and continued our day with a trip up the Royal Mile to the Castle, then for a pint at the Jolly Judge. Perfect.