Queenkv’s Brainpickings

Two years ago, Mark got down on one hand and knee here…on the beach at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. He proposed, I said yes…and that was the start of our next great adventure.

One year ago, we tied the knot. It was the most amazing day of my life. I’m grateful we were surrounded by family and friends. I can’t wait for Jennie to have this experience in Nov! I think her wedding dress was a little more comfortable than the one I wore. I hope so.

Earlier this month, Mark’s family got a us a cake to celebrate our one year anniversary. We had such a blast in New York! I will get around to posting more pix from that trip…in a bit.

On our wedding day….I wore a very expensive dress and Mark had on a lovely tux. For our anniversary cake — we finally got to indugle in some wedding-like screwing around.

I love my hubby. I’m happy about this wonderful merging of our families. I’m tickled by our new baby, Daisy. Yeah, she’ll always be a puppy to me. I’m thankful that no one has really pressured us into having a human one…at least not yet. I’m excited about all the places we’ll see, the food we’ll enjoy, the drinks we’ll slurp down and the people we’ll meet…as this adventure in marriage continues.

“They will see us waving from such great heights, ‘come down now,’ they’ll say but everything looks perfect from far away, ‘come down now,’ but we’ll stay…”

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A picture from when we were younger and when things were not as complicated.

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Now we’re all grown up. David’s in Kuwait and he reports his unit will be moving to Iraq soon. My family prays for him. I pray that he’ll be able to get some rest - to get some sweet dreams. My husband and I were thrilled David could make it to the wedding. His high school buddies drove him to the church. I remember taking his uniform to the dry cleaners, earlier that week.

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More smiles for the camera. A sweet moment with Jennie and David - thankfully in the shade.

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I also got to dance with David at the reception. This was after I was in tears about a stupid comment. Outside the reception hall - David said he loved me. That was all I needed to hear. All the other distractions and cruel words didn’t matter. People could curse at me until the end of the world….but as long as I have the love of my family, that’s all that matters.

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OK - since I got time…I’ve used that extra time to upload more pix from the wedding. Thanks to Andrea, Mita, Uncle Truck, my Dad and any one else who used a digital camera to snap up these lovely pix. Thank you!

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I posted pictures of us getting ready on my Wedding blog. Don’t they look beautiful?

Thanks to Andrea for taking these pix. I was a bit busy on my wedding day. Check out what Louie and Andre have to say on my wedding blog.

IXTAPA — Yeah, I worked on my latest Nora Roberts book on our private beach at the hotel, in the rain. It reminded me of the Philippines. Simply refreshing. Then I watched the sunset on the balcony.

Mark´s pretty sick right now. We think he ate something bad at Il Ferno, on Wed. So, he´s taking it easy in the room. I got a bit stirred crazy and wandered into downtown Ixtapa, on my own. It´s a beautiful hotel…but there´s only so much I can explore before I need to spread my wings and stuff like that.

Both our Frommer´s Guide and Lonely Planet guide advise women against going out without a male escort. How 1950´s! I was a bit nervous getting into the cab on my own. I have a pre-schoool level of Spanish under my belt. But folks are sweet down here….and I feel relatively safe. Besides, Mark pointed out that if I ever want to cover news in a war region like Baghdad - then I have to get used to traveling on my own in a non-English speaking place like Ixtapa.

So far, so good. I made my way to an internet cafe next to Il Ferno - they have live music going on. I´m sipping a Corona and looking at the pix Uncle Truck took of the wedding. He got some great shots of the bridal party before the processional.

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Boy do I look nervous! I was worried about slipping on my dress and falling on my face before they played Wagner´s Bridal March. It didn´t happen.

We had everyone march into Debussy´s Clair de Lune. Love that piece of music.

Damn, I hope Mark gets better. It´s his honeymoon as well.

Wow. We looked great. We’re happy. We’re exhausted.

We had a beautiful collection of people from all of walks of life - intersecting at this amazing, beautiful moment in our life.

Yeah! I’m a Mrs!

On to the Honeymoon!