Yes, I am Mrs. NS now. (And, heather, it is a non-hyphenated Mrs. NS.)
I got home from work Wednesday around 5. NS was not there. This is not usually the case. I'd say he's home before me somewhere near 99.9% of the time. Since he'd had duty on Tuesday, this was exceptionally peculiar. I changed my clothes and started putting away the laundry I'd folded the night before. In case it isn't clear from the picture, I wore my butterfly shoes. He got home a little before 6...turns out it had been a rough couple days for him, which had resulted in no sleep for about 36 hours and no food since lunch the day before. You'd never have known how awful he must have felt, though. We arrived at the park on time, and our priestess (found out that was her title after she signed the marriage license) was waiting for us.
There was a chill in the air, one that I was hoping wouldn't be too bitter. Definitely completely cloudy rather than the partly cloudy that was forecasted. We started with a quick picture before the ceremony. We opted for the short and simple (or maybe it was short and sweet) vows. I'd never heard this version of vows before, but I liked them. A lot, actually. Most memorable are the last two phrases to repeat before the "with this ring, I thee wed":
"I love you,
And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Words that couldn't have been more simplified to convey this perfect message. Poignantly, the same words used in the sudden proposal the week before.
While it could have been warmer, it wasn't unbearably cold, and while it could have been a prettier sunset, it went unnoticed as we stood on the pier facing each other, listening and repeating and, finally, kissing, and so we left the park as husband and wife half an hour after we arrived.