Wedding Bells Are Ringing...And It's Almost Turkey Dinner

The ceremony itself is small and quick. The paperwork (what little of it there is) was filed earlier in the day, so by the time Ellen and I meet our officiant, the venerable Jamie Madrox, at the local church, there's not much left but to say our vows. Madrox wouldn't have been my first choice, but he's the only man I know to have a religious background, making the list of options fairly low. Regardless, the moment is sweet and understated, free of the drama my love life has historically entailed, and I let out a happy sigh of relief as I kiss Ellen for the first time as husband and wife.

The reception is a little more lively. With Thanksgiving right around the corner, it made sense to extend the invitation to anyone who wanted to drop by. There are tables and decorations (lost on me, but surely nice for the guests) set outside our newly renovated house, food and drink (plenty of water and juice for the bride), and enough wedding cake to go around. As long as I ignore Zeus chasing my heels, it's the perfect afternoon. A few friends, some good food, and the exciting promise of a good life?

For once it feels like I have plenty to be thankful for.

Open to all friends of Ellen and Matt, including students and any and all Marvels. Will be linked before the end of November.