I flew back to Virginia in time for the last party/gathering my parents would throw in their home in Herndon. With some help from Dayle, and a pickup from my sister, we surprised everyone with great success.
For the record, I’m sharing this video with my mom’s permission.
Our photographer just published the online gallery for our wedding. You can see the pictures by going to this link – http://margaretaustin.shootproof.com/Chris+Dayle – entering your email address (which will only be used to keep track of how many people are visiting the page), and the password 051615.
I couldn’t be happier with how these shots came out. And knowing we’ll be getting even more than this in our final delivery just builds the anticipation.
Because there was an inherent social media-y component to our relationship, and the lead up to our wedding, I feel fine sharing this link with all of you, my eager readers. Dayle and I met because of this blog, it’s only natural that I share as much as I can with this blog.
It may not look like it, but our cats are glad we’re home.
This, in cat-speak, is love.
We did it. We’re married. Here’s a chat with my wife about our incredible wedding weekend. Your regularly scheduled podcasting will resume next week.
So this happened over the weekend.
Like a fairy tale.
Looking forward to spending the rest of my life with this special woman.
In the UK, there was a diabetes blog theme of “I can…” that participants found wonderfully empowering. So lets kick things off this year by looking at the positive side of our lives with diabetes. What have you or your loved one accomplished, despite having diabetes, that you weren’t sure you could? Or what have you done that you’ve been particularly proud of? Or what good thing has diabetes brought into your life?
My initial response to this prompt is quite predictable, especially considering my upcoming nuptials. The thing is, finding the person I will spend the rest of my life with isn’t something I’ve accomplished despite diabetes, it’s because of diabetes.
My mom sent us a wedding countdown clock timer thing last year. It was all fun and games when the display showed numbers like 254, and 191. Now it reads 21.
Earlier this week Dayle and I picked up our wedding bands. (They went in these ring boxes right after I took the picture. No sense in showing them off just yet.)
The beginning of the rest of our lives is just a couple of weeks away. And I can’t wait.
A Consequence of Hypoglycemia. 