Married!

The wedding went perfectly. The weather was gorgeous (80 degrees with blue skies and no humidity), everyone showed up on-time, fully awake, dressed and in good spirits. We had had some problems in the previous days with getting suits pressed at the last minute, arranging ties and vests, so I was a little on edge about something really stupid going wrong.

In fact, something really stupid did go wrong: the day before Scientist was about to head out to Iowa for wedding he burst a blood vessel in his left hand while lifting weights. Of course, his hand turned red and swelled up all cartoon-like. The one finger he needed--his ring finger--remained too swollen for me to fit his ring on it during the ceremony, so I had to make due with sliding the ring down to his first knuckle. I tried not interpret this as a bad omen, but rather some messed up coincidence. I guess this will be one of those funny stories we'll tell our child/children (along with the story about how mommy and daddy slept on the floor of a shitty apartment for 10 weeks while the government messed around with paperwork, delaying the delivery of their furniture--HA!).

It's funny, I got increasingly more and more nervous as the morning wore on (we got married at noon), but once my father and I were standing behind the doors of the entrance of the church about to go in, I suddenly relaxed. During the ceremony, as far as I was concerned, the only people there were Scientist, myself and the minister (who sweated profusely throughout the ceremony).

There were two times I had to hold myself back from crying--once while Scientist was reading his vows to me, and then while I was reading my vows to him. I had been really nervous about sounding like a sappy idiot, but I ended up creating vows that were both simple and meaningful without being ridiculously corny.

Afterward, we took pictures (which I'll post as soon as I have, but, from what I've seen, are absolutely gorgeous), and then had a small luncheon. Ice Cream Man gave a nice toast in which he ripped on Scientist and, my honor attendant, Brian, gave his own toast to love in Russian. They were both beautiful (thank you Brian for not telling terribly embarrassing stories about me involving ridiculous amounts of vodka).

When we were originally planning the wedding, Scientist and I decided we wanted to combine both the formal and informal. Obviously the ceremony and luncheon were the 'formal' part. The pig roast we had later on that evening, while maybe a little nontraditional, was an opportunity to really talk spend time with our guests. One thing we kept hearing over and over again while we were planning was "You'll be so busy you won't have an opportunity to talk to anyone," which totally would have been true, had we not had the pig roast. I feel like I really got to spend time with my dad, who I only see once a year (he lives in rural China), and some friends I rarely see because we live so far from Iowa City.

In a week we will leave on our honeymoon to Italy and Croatia. If you're jealous that's okay--I would be too, if I weren't so ridiculously happy to be going on this trip myself. I promise to post pictures of both the wedding and the honeymoon once we get back.