I have a new last name. I'm still getting used to it - Jimi asked me if I'd been practicing my new signature, and surprisingly, no, I haven't. I was just as shocked as you are. Sure, I've scrawled my new name on a notebook cover or two in the last few years, but leading up to the actual gettin'-married day, I didn't. Not even once. I haven't had a chance to sign it yet, or been called "Mrs. Fowler" by anyone other than teasing family/friends. It'll hit me eventually.
I've been waiting for days now to feel different, to feel some shift in this dynamic between myself and my new husband. (I do love using that word.) It's all the same. Everything feels just as it did this time last week. I guess that's how it goes when you "date" your intended for nearly 6 years. We've spent years building this love, this safe place for our hearts - of course a legal document won't change that.
I love watching Jimi play with his wedding band. I catch him twisting it on his finger, or just looking at it and smiling. He's never worn a ring - I'm glad that mine is the one that finally found a home on his hand.
Vacation/Honeymoon was fantabulous and wonderful and peaceful and centering and gave us a chance to focus on each other without the distractions of the rest of the world. (I get lost in the internet, he gets lost in the television - it was nice to spend a week mostly without those time-suckers.)
I've got every intention of writing a more-detailed post about our trip...for now I just wanted to record my happy. I love that man with every fiber of my being, and becoming his wife has made me the happiest girl in the whole wide world. How fucking lucky am I?!