One of my goals for the Christmas vacation---ie: the ten days in December I spent at my parents' house in San Diego, eating cheese just as quickly as my mother could buy it---was to teach myself iMovie.

Goals! On vacation! I know! What is the world coming to? But man cannot live by back issues of Us Weekly alone, turns out, even when those back issues of Us Weekly are substituted with HGTV marathons and late morning lie-ins, and so eventually, when slothfulness had lost its charm, I decided to tackle my Christmas vacation goal and make iMovie my bitch.

You know how you thought you'd seen the last of my wedding? WELL, GUESS WHAT SUCKAS, IT'S BACK. I hope you pictured me wearing a pair of really badass sunglasses when you read that. Maybe also throwing the devil horns and doing a couple of roundhouse kicks.

I have come to a crossroads regarding my hair. Yes, I know that sort of scintillating opener is what makes my blog my blog and not, say, a cracking page turner on the New York Times bestseller list, but if you can't indulge in a little navel-gazing on your own website, where can you indulge in it, you know? 

Sean and I celebrated our month-a-versary on Monday, which is really just a twee way of saying we've now been married a month. I know! Can you believe it's gone so fast?

The number one thing I heard in the weeks leading up to my wedding was how fast the day would fly by. Because I like to be prepared and know what I'm getting into, I made a mental note of this. The day will fly by, I told myself. And then I thought: but wait, how can I stop it from flying by? Which leads me to the number two thing I heard in the weeks leading up to my wedding, which was that I should try---should really, really try---to be present in the moment. Okay, I thought, got it. The day will fly by, but I should try to be present in the moment.

It seems so long ago that I used to have to multi-task while watching TV in the evenings: sticking doilies here, trimming paper there, stuffing envelopes until I wanted to tell the envelopes to go stuff themselves, if you know what I mean.

Somewhere in the middle of my jetlag haze in the wee small hours of this morning, one very clear and succinct thought came to me from nowhere: I should get bangs. Except, seeing as I'm English, it was more like I should get a fringe.

Hey, have you been looking for paradise?

The day was magical, no doubt in part because of all the wonderful vibes and love sent along by the Internet. This is one of the very few pictures we have so far---taken by Sean's best man, Tony, who was, as I understand it, quite a hit at the wedding---but I thought I'd post it quickly from the Melbourne Library (what, isn't the library the first place you'd go on your honeymoon?) just in case you were wondering how it all went. As you can tell, it went pretty splendidly.