Half. Whole.

A little over a week ago, I was just me. Now I am me, but married. Half of a whole. Or so I am told. Even though I feel more than whole now, I am suddenly just half.

I don't remember a lot about the wedding. Little snippets. It went fast and blurred by. I remember laughing. I remember smiling until I had to rub my cheeks. I can't tell you a single word I said during the ceremony. I barely remember hearing the song play during our first dance. One minute I was waiting to walk down the isle, sure my heart would explode it was beating so hard. The next minute, we were kissing the girls goodbye as we piled them into the car and headed off for the night. One minute I was just me. The next minute, I was one of us.