Did you see what Meg wrote?
Did you see what Moose wrote?
Did you see the other (stunning, stunning) set of photos from Sweet Monday?
Do you want to see the dress I didn’t wear?
Do you want to read my Deep Thoughts about striped paper straws?
Do you want to know what Simon said to make me laugh in this photo?
Clickety click (because comments here are still broken).
Lindsey said she’d be able to send me around a dozen of our professional photos before she left on vacation tomorrow. She ended up emailing seventy-six. Wanna see?
Listen, I’d love to tap into the writerly part of my brain and compose something about the wedding so full of depth and beauty that you would have to push back from your computers and take a few deep breaths after just the first paragraph, but there’s so much swirling in my head now, still, that for my own sake I’m just going to do this brain-dump style. This is where my blog very much becomes personal journal instead of public performance even though I realize that, yes, you are out there reading (and as always I am honored and grateful to have your eyes for a few moments now and then), so please bear with me or, you know, just skip this and come back for more photos later today.
Comments still broken; please to be clicking over. Sigh.