Reader — I married him.
On July 12, just 2.5 days ago, I married the best man alive. I’m Mrs. Brent Bays (or as my new brother-in-law would tell me to say, “Mrs. Sarah Bays”).
I’ve now been called Mrs. Bays and printed and signed as Sarah Bays. I’ve even changed my name on Facebook — so it’s official — and I have updated my email signature.
I’m a married woman.
I won’t kid you, I don’t “feel” married yet. Sometimes, I don’t even feel like I’m not single anymore. I’ve awoken recently to the thought, “This can’t be my life.” But it is my life, and it’s a whole new life.
I remember calling Brent my boyfriend and it felt odd. Calling him my fiance was even stranger. Now this — calling him my husband — is the most wild, unreal thing of all.
I’m sure that in a month or two, everything will settle in. But for now, I sit here stunned and nearly in shock that this is the 2nd night of my honeymoon.