Amy and I are just recently returned from Jasper, where we wined and dined, and were married in a small, very private ceremony. Despite all the hectic scheduling and planning, great fun was had and great joy was found by the two of us, and, ye gods, I actually remembered what it meant to relax — if only for a seventy-two hour stretch. Thus, we left our homes engaged and returned, three days and nights later, a happily married couple, each sporting the applicable jewelry involved on our left hands.
For those with any doubt as to my feelings on this, they need only peruse the archives on this page or, failing that, re-read the subject of this post. Amy, I know you’re reading this and, though I say it every day, I’m happy to say it here, too: I’m lucky to have met you and to know you and to love you… and I am very much in love with you.
That said, I hope that the holidays have found everyone in good health and as happy as I’ve been over the past two-and-a-half years. Lots of love, folks, and happy new year!