Just call me Mrs.

I have to be honest: I didn’t think being married would feel all that different. But it does; it really, really does. I have a Mrs. in front of my name now. I share a last name with the man I love. We share an insurance plan and the title of a recently-purchased car. I feel irrevocably, beautifully attached to someone else. And not just someone else, not just anyone – my best friend. I know, I know, this is all super corny. But I just thought I’d share. That, you know, I feel different.

I worried life post-wedding (which I unabashadly dubbed Wedding Spectacular 2011) would feel less full. I worried I would be sad that all these months of planning – and I do so love planning! – were finally over. I worried I’d feel remorseful as the uniquely sweet chapter in my life of being engaged came to a close. I worried there would be a letdown.

Let me tell you, there’s no letdown. I got to plan a wedding – simultaneously the most fun and most stressful task I’ve ever taken on. I got to see that wedding come to fruition. I got to spend a weekend with my favorite people in this universe. And, best of all, I got to marry my favorite redhead. He’s mine all mine. There’s no letdown. Following the most exhilarating, most exhausting weekend of my life, I got to drive 1,000 miles back home with my husband. I get to wake up each day and work on our marriage. The wedding planning may be over. But the marriage building will never be. And for that, I am oh-so-grateful.