I just woke up...

After spending half the night listening to the very strong winds blasting like they usually only do in the winter. At one point M and I realized we were both awake, and started hugging and joking around. "This is our wedding day!"

So it's official: weatherwise, it's awful. It's not raining, but it's cloudy and almost freezing and there's that wind I hate so much. This means we'll be confined in the tent, probably unable to enjoy these blossoms much! We'll have to wait until the last minute to see if we can even do the ceremony outside, and yeah, pictures with crazy hair!!!

But you know what? None of this matters at this point. In a couple of hours, people we really care about will show up, having come from as far away as California, to see us officially join our lives. Hopefully the women will wear warm sweaters or shrugs on top of their formal dresses, and no one will suffer from hypothermia. Do you think it's possible that our love and joy alone could keep us all warm? I'd like to think so.

Let's go add rings to these fingers.