This one is gold. I fucking love it. I love knowing all the thoughts you were having in that dress, which I so admired in your photos. I relish all the mundane stuff and the really profound and searching stuff because after everything, everybody just gets into their comfy clothes at the end of the wedding and it’s just…a day. I wish I were the writer you are when I closed mine out. But alas, I would’ve written too floridly about the beautiful flowers even though I was so worried about the fact that I could feel my thighs rubbing together & did everybody judge us for serving chicken….?
Ending on a chicken note just now really fckin spoke to me HAHAH. Also… we’d take an Isabel retrospective on her wedding anyyyyy day of the week, my friend
Ahhh the melding of families. You navigated that beautifully. HELL YES YOU ARE MARRIED!!!! I can feel the joy amongst it all.
This was my favorite part: "And of course, time stopped to reinforce the indescribable blessing of being a trusted adult to kids, good kids. All kids are good but you know what I mean. I want them to trust me and love me and accept deodorant when I offer it. I want them to know that stinking is perfectly human and that Option B, refusing deodorant and continuing to laugh in our boring adult faces, is just as solid."
That sentiment made me beam. Fucking beautiful, Dia.
Despite all the bullshit…no soda, spilt drinks, b.o., jittery interactions…you are married! And you are good. And you’re trying so hard. I see you 🤍
Needed this. 🥹❤️❤️❤️
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I feel the screeching need to explain myself in every situation. Like I am too stoopid to manage myself. That's the issue, life is lived, not managed.
YES
This one is gold. I fucking love it. I love knowing all the thoughts you were having in that dress, which I so admired in your photos. I relish all the mundane stuff and the really profound and searching stuff because after everything, everybody just gets into their comfy clothes at the end of the wedding and it’s just…a day. I wish I were the writer you are when I closed mine out. But alas, I would’ve written too floridly about the beautiful flowers even though I was so worried about the fact that I could feel my thighs rubbing together & did everybody judge us for serving chicken….?
Ending on a chicken note just now really fckin spoke to me HAHAH. Also… we’d take an Isabel retrospective on her wedding anyyyyy day of the week, my friend
Ahhh the melding of families. You navigated that beautifully. HELL YES YOU ARE MARRIED!!!! I can feel the joy amongst it all.
This was my favorite part: "And of course, time stopped to reinforce the indescribable blessing of being a trusted adult to kids, good kids. All kids are good but you know what I mean. I want them to trust me and love me and accept deodorant when I offer it. I want them to know that stinking is perfectly human and that Option B, refusing deodorant and continuing to laugh in our boring adult faces, is just as solid."
That sentiment made me beam. Fucking beautiful, Dia.
Ahhh thank you so much my love 😍😍😍