Already it seems so long ago. What I remember most is his face all screwed up trying not to cry, the wind tugging at my veil, soft autumn sunlight.

All morning I'd felt as though I'd be sick - in a good way! - but once I started walking down the aisle, grass and fallen leaves, it was pure peace, pure joy. At sunrise I'd sat and searched my heart for a moment of hesitation, and found none. Only a feeling like expanding wings, a feeling like sky. Then there we were, with the wind and the sunlight and friends and family, and his face all screwed up trying not to cry.

In all, it was perfect. If I had anything to change, I'd add a few dear friends who were unable to come; otherwise, banal as it may be, I must say perfect.

We'll be heading up to Montreal in a few days for our honeymoon; maybe I'll be able to give a better recounting when we get back. And thank you, everyone, for your kind wishes and congratulations - you all are wonderful.