Folks called us sneaky when Matt and I announced we’d gotten married on Thursday. In fact, the wedding had been quietly planned for longer than most people realize. I like quiet celebrations, small parties, dinner with those who mean the world to us, and Matt accommodated my wishes with encouragement.
The ceremony was in a courthouse chapel and the lady who married us had the last name of a fish. I had on a summer dress; Matt wore a nice shirt and slacks. The kiddo signed as our witness. Even our families weren’t present. It was perfectly quiet.
We left Florida at 5:30 on Friday night. Somewhere outside of Lake City, the sky opened up and sent us away with one of Florida’s famous surprise downpours while I drove white-knuckled on I-10, heading west. The last thing I remember seeing before handing over the controls was another something that Florida is famous for…an incredible sunset.
Later that evening, Matt took the wheel as the sky drew black and I fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later to see the Mobile skyline directly ahead.
Our destination for the night: New Orleans.
It’s been a whirlwind, these past couple of days. I’m adjusting to a sort of temporary life in Oklahoma, nesting as much as I can, or as much as I’m allowed. That story will follow soon – the story of how I actually have two homes at the moment but that I often feel how I have no home at all.
But for now, I am home…in Oklahoma.