I would like to begin this post by sincerely apologizing for my absence here on my blog these past few days. While I don’t condone my absence, nor do I think I should be making excuses for it, I should mention that on Saturday, June 25, my fiancé, Blaine, and I got married.
Again, not an excuse, but I do think it’s a fairly good reason to explain why my posts have been lacking as of late.
Blaine and I are genuinely having some difficulty in processing the day, because it really was an absolute fucking whirlwind. We were told by other married couples ahead of time that the day will fly by, but I guess we didn’t realize just how true this is until we experienced it for ourselves.
I should make mention of the fact that the day was a real long one, and it still flew by in a matter of blinks.
Blaine and I were married at Blessed Sacrament Parish in Burford, Ontario, and we held our reception at my family’s farm. We had a large wedding, mostly because my parents know just about every resident of Mount Pleasant, and Blaine and I are still floored by the love, support and enthusiasm exhibited towards us on our wedding day.
I can say with utter sincerity that the day was genuinely magical, from start to finish. Were there some hiccups along the way? Absolutey. But I would imagine most folks can’t say their wedding day was totally perfect. As an example, neither Blaine or myself remembered to bring our wedding cake out to the barn where we held our reception to cut it, nor did I remember to do my bouquet toss. We also completely forgot to say grace before dinner, and there were a few more things we missed.
If I could go back in time and relive our wedding day, I would. It’s difficult to put into words the range of emotions I experienced on the day I married Blaine, but for now, I think fucking amazing will do.