We do. And we're sort of living enough to tell the tale.
We got married this past weekend in our backyard. If you were there, I apologize for the ugly crying and constant proclamations of "this is the best day of my liiiiiiiiife." I will blame the Jack Daniels and the delicious champagne that was consumed during hair and make up time.
So yes, I finally have the same last name as Denny and our daughter. I feel like I am officially official now. I keep glancing down at my left hand, at my sparkly little wedding band, and can't help but feel like a giddy little girl.
And yes, now we can turn our focus to the new house. Because I don't foresee myself baking 150 cupcakes, DIYing every single piece of wedding decor, and all that jazz for a very long time.
Such a long time that poor Peyton is getting the birthday shaft this year. Her spectacular Minnie Mouse birthday party isn't going to happen quite as planned, and I am taking the blame because I am totally crafted out for now and have completely run out of steam. So a small friends and family party in our backyard it is for the little peanut person.
(Sorry, Peyton. I hope this is one of those birthdays you won't remember so you won't tell your therapist about it one day.)
I'm very much looking forward to serving up quite a few house projects, as well as turning my focus back to the shop (because my craft room still isn't unpacked, sheeeeesh).