Don't panic. Don't panic!
Did we say don't panic?
Groom and Bride have officially become separated at the hip. This doesn't mean we're apart we've just moved into separate living spaces within the home in order to accomplish something we've never done before.
Namely:
Have a wedding night.
Have a marriage that's different than the day before we got married.
We're very kinesthetic--gotta FEEL the marriage in our marrows.
Bride is in her studio and loving it. Groom is sulking in the shared bedroom and can't sleep. Is this because Bride has gotten up at 2am on more than one occasion in her life to care for someone else? Perhaps the Groom is a bed glommer?
Drawback to this arrangement: Bad case of debilitating gastritis woke Bride up in the middle of the night and there was nobody to rub her belly but herself and nobody to cover her with blankies and nuzzle her until the pain induced shock wore off. Groom said, "Why didn't you call me on the phone?" Remember we're on the same floor of the same house, how lazy can we get? Bride knew a phone call would do squat. He sleeps like a log (and did we mention that she thinks he's a bed hog?).
Good sites found today! IndieBride & The Wedding Bee
Still searching for a wedding site template that isn't insipid. It seems an impossible task.
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