In all my excitement for our adventure and upcoming joy, I had refused to allow the prospect of "hard work" get to me. Sure, we had to move out of our house 3 days after our wedding. Of course we would have to lug all our personal effects to Gig Harbor. And yes, there was the chaos that was sure to be the first few days un-tethered from true domicile. But I REFUSE TO LET THAT RAIN ON MY PARADE! ....until now. I'm exhausted. Whitney is covered head to toe in hideous and painful bruises and both of us are suffering from a variety of strained muscles.
Side note: the wedding was AMAZING. It exceeded my wildest expectations and was a true showcase of how wonderful our combined families are. We are so grateful and blessed to have the family we do and to have been able to share our love with them.
That being said, we danced so long and so hard that the following morning I could barely walk. Whitney's sister had feet that looked like they had encountered land mines, what with all the open wounds. So our physical well-being had naught a day to recoup before we had to suddenly begin lugging boxes and all sorts of ridiculousness out of our rental home. So although we are at the beginning of our journey, it feels like the first week will simply be spent lounging and resting in some beautiful place while we recover. And that's just fine with us! :-)
More pictures and adventures to follow!
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