'Are you going make a speech?' Neil asked me, before and during the wedding. 'I'll do one if you forget anything in yours,' I said. 'I won't. But you should say something, anyway. I don't want a sexist weddingslashmarriage.' 'Reason a billion and 31 why I love you.' Anyway. During his speech, my Dad told … Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say
This was our wedding cake: This was me actually cutting the cake. With my concentration face on. Apparently: My thoughts went like this: Are we actually s'posed to cut it? Is this freaking marzipan? I hate marzipan. I specifically told the cake people 'no marzipan.' Oh, well. The mint chocolate layer will make … Continue reading This Bride Really Did Cut The Cake
'Where's Neil?' 'There he is,' Dad says. 'Where?' 'There. The guy in the kilt, waitin' for you.' 'Holy shit.' For awhile, I couldn't see him. And then he was all I saw. Somehow, we made it down the aisle. And Daddy's poking me in the shoulder. 'Flowers,' he says. 'What?' 'Give Jess your flowers.' 'Oh, … Continue reading Making It So
This isn't an actual Slinky. Not even for astronauts.
Growing up, there was a church down the street from the house where my heart lived. Grandma and I would pass the church on the way to spend my allowance on baseball cards, Cherry Coke bubble-gum and Wintergreen Tic-Tics. Most Saturdays, there was a wedding at the church and Grandma and I would try and … Continue reading Are We There Yet?
I know I'm jumping ahead a bit here, but we had a guest on our honeymoon. George Bailey-Penguin comes with us wherever we go. And our honeymoon, I learned, was no different. By the end of our week in Bruges, George was being recognised by waiters and bar staff, who asked us, 'Does he go … Continue reading George’s Guide To Belgian Beer
And so, this happened: Still trying to find words for the last few weeks. There will be a bunch of them. And they still won't be enough to cover it. For now, I want to share proof of our Double Docs wedding. (Thanks to The Invisible Man, and our friend Dan, for the photo.) … Continue reading Reader, I Married Him.