We arrived back at our house around 1:30 last night, after leaving the reception just before 7. We needed today at home.
The wedding actually went fairly well. Family behaved, and as long as I ignored the near altar-call mid-ceremony, and the creepy "he's the head of the house" "you promise to be his helper, his supporter, etc" language. The reception hall was adorable; V was adorable; even I felt adorable. Everyone (except the two of us) cried. But her parents treated me much better yesterday than they had on Friday, and I think we both enjoyed ourselves, for the most part.
Now it's into another week, full of busy-ness as usual. But I'm off from the twins tomorrow, and V only works a half day and doesn't have class. We're going to go out in the evening to celebrate.