On an airplane between Midland and Las Vegas

So I got married yesterday. No real surprise, since we’ve been planning it for over a year. I don’t really know how I feel about the event as a whole. I love Heather, and I’m glad I married her, but I think when all is said and done, I was happy with the ceremony but disappointed with the reception.
Eric’s homily (and yes, I use that term rather than “message”, because I prefer to use the proper words for things) was excellent, and Heather was so beautiful when I saw her coming down the aisle I nearly lost it and busted into tears.
Attendance was lower than we’d initially planned, which is both good and bad. Good because it was that many fewer people to have to shake hands with and say “thank you,” (and boy was I physically tired within the first hour of the receptiin) but bad because I really did want to see some of the people we’d invited, but who couldn’t come. I wish I’d been able to track down some of my old school friends, but the years have erased all of our tracks, it seems.
My shoulders are hurting from this stupid airplane seat, so I’ll stop writing now. More later, possibly.