People keep telling me that it's my wedding

So I'm going to do what I want, which right now means ducking out for five minutes to post this.

Feisty has been meowing about how stressful it is to have all these people in the house.  My pretty new ring still feels weird on my finger.  My parents and brother, and some other folks have left, but Millari read me the most beautiful vows I have ever heard (better than mine), the food was lovely, the cake was great, the first dance went well (even though a dog wandered through), and I'm very happy.

yay.