Honeymoon: SouthFork Hotel

Sitting in the car waiting for my new groom to whisk me away.
Sitting in the car waiting for my new groom to whisk me away.

 

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.

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