Boxes of Wedding Things

We're unpacking a little bit more everyday.  
Being married get a little less weird everyday.


Last night Zach and I were putting clothes away.  And I saw how bizarre it was for my clothes to be in his dresser.  And my book shelf to have his picture frames on it.  
And I sat on my bed and cried while he held me.  
And I missed my mom. 
And my wedding bouquets were dying.
And my wedding gown hangs with my veil in my closet taunting me, saying "you never get to wear me again."


And I suddenly understand why people have boxes of wedding things.  Being it's so emotionally significant.  I want to cling to my dress.  
I want everybody I love to be in the same place at once again.  

Even if the day was busy, and a little bit hectic and seemed to go by so quickly.  And the day after all you could think about was how you didn't get a picture with your two sisters.  


So I stopped unpacking and laid on the couch with my head on Zach's lap with my bear in my arms and watched Friends.  
Because, I'm actually a child masquerading as a capable adult.


It's coming together and we leave for our honeymoon Sunday.  And then I'll find a job and won't be sitting at home alone all day anymore.


For the record, I'm blindingly happy.  I'm just swollen emotionally.  


Kate