Sorry it’s taken me soooooooo lonnnnggggggg to get around to telling the latest Corascope tale, but things have been busy and frustrating and sad and definitely crazy lately what with my daughter being sick, someone I'm not supposed to mention causing problems, another relative being hospitalized, and various issues with legal paperwork (more on that in a minute) all heaped on top of the wedding and moving tasks I’m trying to get done, that I just haven’t been able to focus on bloggidy stuff.
My focus, in fact, slipped right out of my grip and ran off down the damn street, yelling, “nanny nanny boo boo, stick your head in doo-doo,” and making obscene hand gestures at me. The mean meanie.
But I hunted that wayward focus down (it was hiding in the ice cream aisle in the grocery store, go figure) so, hey, let’s get this thing done!
Here’s what happened when Scope came to town:
Friday morning I awoke to find Scope in my house. Not surprising, really, since I’d picked him up from the airport just a mere 10 hours before, true. But still, the sight of that splendiferous man of mine, peacefully snoozing and all cuddled up next to me, gave me a jolt. Why? Because I knew what we were about to do: Make our way to the courthouse where we waited in line for (….drum roll please….) our marriage license.
Waiting in line for our license was quite an amazing, electrified feeling, like *~*ohmygodohmygodohmygod we’re really, REALLY doing this!!!!*~* I was a big, spazzy ball of giggliness, happiness, butterflies, and goose bumps all wrapped up in one gigantic Cheshire Cat grin. And, Scope? *le sigh* Scope was just as giggly and grin-prone as I—and he looked as though he was in danger of shouting “WOO-HOO!” and launching himself into a parade of cartwheels and handsprings across the lobby!
While we waited, we smooched and smiled at each other and listened in on the couples in line ahead of us (one of whom had to return their license and get their money refunded because they had accidently applied for it too early—whoopsie!) And....
We did it. Scope and I got our marriage license!!!! And here’s the proof….
After obtaining our license to wed, Scope and I went to Crate and Barrel and bought these quirky, adorable Verve flutes (which are SOOOOOOO us!) for our reception….
And then we had lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, where we shared a slice of Wild Blueberry Cheesecake (mmmmmmmmmmm) for dessert, and where I got called “Mrs. Collins” for the first time ever—and, I swear, I was tingly from head to toe for about 20 minutes afterwards!
Then we picked Gwen up from school, got dolled up, and went to Gene Coulon Park with our Wedding Photographer, Rachel Rausch Johnson, to do our Engagement portraits. (If you missed it last week, you can see a sneak preview of our pictures HERE on Rachel’s blog.)
The weather was absolutely lovely….
….and we ran around the park for about two-and-a-half hours, watching Rachel pointing her camera at us and contorting herself into the most creative poses, like this….
….all in an effort to capture the moment just right for little ol’ us, and, dammit, we had FUN!!
After that, we passed Gwen off to her dad for his scheduled half-weekend with her, then Scope and I passed out in front of the TV like TV-watchin’ zombies or something. We must be gettin’ old(ish), apparently, because by 9 pm I was shaking a deep-sleeping Scope awake on my couch and dragging him off to bed.
[….to be continued….]
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