The wedding is over; I did nine hours in a gorgeous but tight lace-up dress. Everything was beautiful, and V and I had fun dancing. We're exhausted now.
In other news, it turns out that Patrick has a stress fracture in his foot. When he tripped at the playground a week or so back, it didn't seem like much, but he's still been limping some, so his mom took him to the doctor. Now the poor thing has a cast. According to his mom, he keeps saying his foot is better so take it off. I feel so bad for him!
And that is as coherent as I get.