The Brisbane party

Yes, I am a bad blogger. I apologise for being so unproductive lately, but we've busy planning, throwing, and recovering from our final wedding party.

It happened on the 4th of February, which happened to be one of the hottest days, well, ever. So we packed forty people into our house on plastic garden chairs and gave them beer and sangria. Everyone looked like they had a joyful, beatific sheen, until you got up close and realised it was just sweat.

Heather made a brilliant DVD of a lot of our wedding pictures, which we played on our TV. The best part of all was the soundtrack; Heather added a sort of slow, choral version of ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' (from the Muriel's Wedding soundtrack), and the photos appeared on screen in time to the music. It was magnificently cheesy, and the crowd went wild.

Now all of the festivities are over, we're enjoying getting back to normal. We really enjoyed our time in the US, but it's also great to be home. Now, it feels even better than before we left, because I feel like we're really making a home together. Every decision--even basic ones like new furnishings or gardening plants--is now made against a different backdrop; now I think about it in terms of our home, our life together, our future. It feels just a little different, and utterly wonderful.