In the interim of posting about health crisis, it occurs to me that I never posted about HOW I GOT MARRIED on April 1st. And it was not a joke. Steve's the best ever, because he went along with my date without batting an eye.
We'd been planning an outdoor wedding at a friend's house, but the closer we got to the date, the more obvious it became that I wasn't well enough to be discharged, so Judy enlisted the help of the hospital chaplain in securing the hospital chapel.
We were married between 10 and 10:30, on a beautiful Friday morning. I was drugged out of my mind, and weak beyond words, but it was the happiest day of my life. Not only because I was marrying the kindest, most compassionate, best man I've ever known, but also because I was able to look out and see the faces of so many friends and loved ones from so many chapters of my life. That, especially in current circumstances, has been such a blessing. I love my people.
I love my Steve.
Here are a few pics from the happy day.