Weeks of wonder

It was two weeks of delightful, fun, sad, nervous, brand new moments.

We've been legally married since July but it hardly felt that way as R flew off not long after. So on 28th December 2008, I got to be married once again to this wonderful man. We tried to keep the wedding as simple as possible, yet there were still all these little details to iron out, plus the constant worrying that our schedule was too optimistic.

Then the actual day came and all went by so fast. We got married in church in front of our loved ones, snapped some quick photos, and then headed to Conrad for the lunch reception. We've since been told how good the food was at the buffet, but we only managed a few quick bites before up we went, doing the rounds at the tables - saying hello, thanks, hugs and introductions - which we never managed to finish (and we had less than 200 guests).

I continue to be amazed that we weren't made to do the whole Chinese dinner shebang, that we got a nice late morning start to the day, and that it managed to be kept simple and reflected who we are as a couple.

I am thrilled that our guests had a good time, that they satisfied their stomachs, and most importantly, that after these two and a half years of MSN and Skype conversations, emails, snail mails and IDD phone calls, R and I are finally together.

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There were no rings exchanged, and our vows were thought of on the spot, but there were smiles, laughter, great food and wine, and more importantly, our family and friends were there to witness the solemnisation of our marriage.



The private dining room at Brown Sugar was done up far better than I expected. It was cosy and romantic, far from the room I saw several months ago in daylight.





It was a small affair as the room only seats 24 people, but there was space for this little fella who was cooed over by all.





I think people enjoyed the food - there was plenty of it, and it wasn't too extravagant or rich.








Although the sticky date pudding was a bit too sweet - the pudding itself was fine, but it would've been better without the butterscotch sauce.


It was a great night. It could not have been any better.



And in all too short a time, R was off again, flying back to SF on Sunday. I'm back at work tomorrow or so, if this cold finally blows over. It was an intense two weeks - meeting parents, parents meeting parents, meeting friends, verifying our documents at the Registry of Marriages, buying gifts, making sure the details of the solemnisation dinner worked out well, eating out, eating in, being locked in at couples' boot camp for the weekend (otherwise known as Engaged Encounter), meeting more friends, meeting parents again, going to the doctor (twice). But we managed to find time for each other.

On Sunday, I waved to him as he walked into the departure area, knowing that he'll be back again in December and that this was the last of our airport goodbyes, for we finally take our first flight together in January!