Now I can say I'm working on my second marriage

I don't remember much at all about the ceremony, I just remember his face - locking eyes with him and finding that everything else melted away. I mouthed "I love you" and he winked at me. We were just us. No one else was even in the room. And then we were walking back down the isle. Smiles, flashbulbs, and it was all over.

Then it was back to his parents house for food and drinks and smashing of cake. His Grandfather gave a very touching toast, wishing us the same happy 63 years that he has enjoyed so far in his marriage. Lots of hugs, he told us, that was the secret. Then one of my best friends Ryan, whom I've known for as long as I can remember, gave a toast talking about all the ways Bryce and I balance each other. It was equal parts funny and insightful, and was probably one of the highlights of the whole evening for me.

On to Saturday night, and we opened the dance floor with "Fly Me to the Moon" - our song. We ate heartily and drank even more so. Bryce's cousin Adrian manned the bar and spent most of the later hours creating his own special shots and passing them out to all who were standing nearby. I did several with my father, who was having the time of his life - with the rosy cheeks of happy drunkenness to prove it. We danced and drank the night away, not heading to bed until well after 3 am.

Our families did a hell of a job throwing the parties. My weekend was, in a word, amazing. I am truly blessed by all the people in my life. I can't think of a better way to get married for the second time.