My friend’s wedding was beautiful, the pictures are great and seeing her again made my heart release a breath I didn’t know it was holding.

Mr. Yes and I had such a good time. He was so romantic and affectionate that I pretty much levitated with happiness the entire week.

I got to see lots of NC and VA friends.

I didn’t fall while walking over the muddy ground wearing 4.5” stilletos and carrying a bouquet, fan and the ring pillow. Their dog was supposed to be ring carrier, but it had rained and he got all diva on us.

Favorite wedding moment, when the bride was handing out cake and the drunk, full guests weren’t taking it: “Oh my god! Eat the fucking cake!!”

I got my stuff from my ex!!!!!! It was good to see him. It was kind of rough for him, but it reminded me why I was his friend and dated him. He’s a great guy. He and Mr. Yes got along fine and the ex told me Mr. Yes is a really great guy.

Three of my male friends threatened Mr. Yes’s life if he hurt me. So sweet! (I hope he realizes two of them weren’t kidding.)

I had a great time dancing to friends’ bands on Halloween. Got an impressive bruise when a rollergirl friend wearing platform heels stepped on my ankle.

When Mr. Yes and I said goodbye on Tues, after five days of travel and four days with my friends, he wanted to see me on Friday. This trip made me realize how deeply in love I am and that it’s mutual in degree.

My friend’s wedding gown, hat and shoes. Fantastique!

I got my laundry and grocery shopping done today.

I caught up on poem posting.

That I took today off to ease back into routine.

How great my skin looks. The grapeseed/tea tree oil cleaning is amazing. I swear I have fewer wrinkles, less shine, smaller pores, no blackheads and my skin is sooo soft.

Everyone in NC commenting on my “long” hair. It was encouraging.

Looking at pics of the wedding taken by guests and thinking “what a pretty girl” and then realizing it was me. A little scary that I can’t keep track of what I look like, but how great that I think I’m pretty!

Walking around Old Salem, Salem College, and the cemetery.

That our luggage arrived on the next flight from Atlanta and wasn’t lost forever.

Seeing my friend so happy and meeting all of her family

Little Yes asking Mr. Yes if he was at a party and the loving, happy tone of Mr. Yes’s voice when he was talking to him. He was missing his boy and took a day off when he came back to spend it with him. I love how good a father he is.

Getting back to a normal routine