It's a bittersweet symphony

How does one deal with a painful happiness? With bittersweet joy? Where one is rejoicing in being able to do certain things and blinking hard to prevent crying in public?

I had a chat with True Blue last night. I now know what my wedding dress looks like.

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I found a website that does beautiful crowns. SNB saw one he liked and said he would wear it to the wedding.

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Sammisnake has planted IDEAS into our heads.

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DARN YOU SPANGLY ELEPHANT!!!

*Spangly Elephant shrugs trunk and goes back to the shoe options*

I am pleased with the Spangly Elephant decisions. It's making this whole Thing seem more real. Reality is a little scary. I KNOW it's okay, intellectually. I know my family and friends will support me, which is a LOT more then I got in previous Things. (My parents have yet to support ANY marital decision I've made, even though they warmed up to Wolf before we moved out East. This is why my parents will receive announcements and not actual invitations. What's the point? Damn, that hurts.)

This bittersweetness will take time to process. It would be nice if I could figure out how to process it faster and/or more easily.

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer

Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder and I say
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another.
You'll always be my thunder.
So bring on the rain.
Oh baby bring on the pain.
And listen to the thunder.

Gods, Wolf, I didn't. I didn't want to love another. I fully expected to spend the rest of my life a proud Witchy Widow. I was content. I had accepted it!

And then, just like with you, I had a Moment in a Subway. I heard the chance, I took it.

Now I'm in love again.

He's young, he's healthy, he's fun, he's great with the kids, he's wicked cute and very sexy and...and...and you know all this. You're probably exchanging high fives with your warrior brothers in Valhalla and enduring their teasing with your sage motherfucker-ness.

I have no romantic misconceptions here. I know you didn't send him. It's probably all Aphrodite's fault. You know how SHE is.

I love you. It's time to let you go.

Goodbye.