Lost for words

I'm married.  For less than 24 hours.

I'm glad the ceremony is over.   It went well.  Just the county clerk, presiding over the ceremony, my elderly next door neighbor and a friend (both female), there as witnesses and iPhone photographers.

I was doing pretty well, until I looked over and saw tears streaming down my friend's cheeks.  She's a sentimental soul.  I kind of lost it and choked up while trying to read my vows, which were just really a rambling confession of how much more complete my life is with the Amigo in it.

Amigo didn't have anything prepared, but gave me an nice little off-the-cuff speech affirming his affection as well.

We had decided beforehand to give each other a peck and big hug at the ceremony, neither of us is big on Public Displays of Affection, however our iPhone photographers wouldn't have it, insisting on a longer snog so they could capture the moment.  I wish I could share the photos with you.  Amigo and I are in black suits, looking a little like Mormon Missionaries, well, Mormon elder Missionaries.

I feel relief, and I'm content.  Thank you for all of your nice comments on my previous entry.

Happy Holidays.

Jack and Amigo.