I promised a whole lot the last time I wrote. Living it all spread across six weeks was overwhelming, and yet sitting down and trying to write about it in a single post is somehow even MORE overwhelming? (Not really, but, I do not have it in me.) So today, you just get to hear about the wedding, which was one month ago this past Friday (HOW) and totally perfectly imperfect.  

Remember how I made a big do about how Aaron and I would have a courthouse wedding? Well, that courthouse wedding somehow casually turned into a very small, very last-minute ceremony at Filoli after I finished my last day of work. The day was captured predominantly by a polaroid camera on a blue-skied winter afternoon, and it was filled with adventures and fun memories galore. 

Here is a word-based movie montage of a few of my favorites: 

• My colleague (and fantastic friend) Kevin had joked when I announced Aaron and I’s engagement that he’d obviously be officiating our ceremony, right? Somewhere along the line of trying to book an appointment with the county clerk, I remembered this, and we decided to take him up on the offer because honestly, Kevin > most people  
• It stormed the night before and the morning of the wedding day, resulting in a power outage on site and closing Filoli to the public. So come 4:30pm, when the skies cleared and our party of ten arrived, we were the only people on site, which was so memorable  
• Sometime last spring, I was browsing at an antique mall in San Jose, and discovered the most amazing gold and ivory floral dress from the 1960’s, complete with a matching coat. I had zero occasions on the horizon for which this dress would be appropriate, but I tried it on anyway – and when it fit like a glove, it came home with me. Turns out it was THE perfect outfit for a wedding planned in a week, who knew! 
• Maybe this is a wedding day faux pas, but I count myself incredibly lucky that I was able to wear four very special “something borrowed”s, one from each of my sisters, one from Aaron’s Grandma, and one from my bestie  
• Aaron’s Grandma and Grandpa, who celebrated their 65^th wedding anniversary last August, were also the witnesses on our license  
• There wasn’t exactly an “aisle” in the traditional sense, but my mom walked me to the ceremony (from the Bourne Door to the Garden House, for those Filoli familiar) 
• And probably the most memorable: that same storm I mentioned earlier caused a historically low snowline, meaning between road closures, it apparently being locals’ night, and everyone in a ten-mile radius wanting to come see the snow, our planned casual and quiet reception dinner at Alice’s Restaurant in Woodside was an absolute SHITSHOW 
• Not only was it a SHITSHOW, it was an icy shitshow, so once we finally made it there, Aaron (who rode his motorcycle while I took my car) had to immediately turn around to go back down the mountain before it got too icy in the dark for him to ride, while I drove in front of him to make sure he got down safely 
• …it then ended up being too icy anyway, so because a tow was $600+ and 3-4 hours out, we had to ditch his motorcycle on a freezing, pitch-black turnout with the intent of rescuing it in the morning 
• We then drove home in my car, had our usual order from our local taqueria for dinner, and then Aaron’s AMAZING friend Roy came to the rescue and actually picked us up, drove us back up the mountain, and towed the motorcycle home for us some time around midnight. WHOOF.  

Like all of the things Aaron and I made happen in the last sixty days, the wedding and the seven days it took to plan it were a whole lot.  So here is my favorite photo to show you that it was all worth it: 

We did in fact also squeeze in buying a house, moving into said house, and me getting a job into that same sixty day period. But like I said – there is definitely such a thing as too much content for one blog post, and for me, I’m very happy to leave it here.  

Besides, unsurprisingly, I am super excited to share some photos of the house with everyone, but am also unsurprisingly writing this in a room that’s still 80% filled with boxes. So, y’know, you’re all going to have to exercise some patience till the next one.