On August.

 

from Instagram @MihoWTW

I've sat here for a while, playing the staring game with the blank page, because words are simply not coming. But maybe that is what this month was? A month where I often felt at a loss for words, and when they came they were not enough. 

The wedding was truly humbling. Neither E nor I could ever express just how grateful we felt that day, enveloped by so much love and support. It is also humbling in the sense that however momentous a milestone it may be, it is not an earth-shattering change. It wasn't the first day of the rest of our lives. It hasn't changed us. Underneath it all, it is still one more brick that we have to build with.

But I won't pretend that being married to E isn't special. Of course it is. It thrills me to see the ring on his finger, I am filled with pride when he calls me his wife, and growing old together is a luxury I hope we are lucky enough to have with all my might.

Despite some moments of sadness and difficulty that have come with good reason, this month has been good to me. And while it makes me slightly anxious to see the days getting shorter and nights getting colder - setting the scene for a season of change - I can't wait to shuffle through crisp autumn leaves and bury my face in a thick, soft scarf.