Seriously. It happened just like that.
And then we spent the next week honeymooning on the white sand, snorkeling, windsurfing, zip-lining, sipping tropical drinks, eating decadent dinners, and sleeping in past 8am.
The not-so-nice aspect of vacation is its inevitable end. Sometimes you just want to pull out a universal remote control, like Adam Sandler had in Click, and hit the pause button, just to prolong those special moments a little longer.
The evening before we had to leave I tried that with the remote control in our hotel suite.
Oddly enough, no matter how hard I waved that remote, it only seemed to work on the TV. Luckily, my husband already knows I'm weird, so he managed to remain nonplussed while I flung the remote around for no apparent purpose.
"Well," I said to him, "You chose me."
Okay, so I didn't really remote dance in the resort suite trying to prolong my vacation. But I thought about it. And decided on the next best (realistic) thing: the little snapshots that you can capture with stories and photographs.
So here we go: my married life, one story at a time.