I am sitting in a tower suite at the Hard Rock in Las Vegas staring at Mrs. Jaxon. And, by Mrs. Jaxon, I do not mean my mother (hi, mom!). No, I mean my wife. We are here on our honeymoon. That’s right. Honeymoon. You know the amazing woman who answered my call out to the Universe? I wrote about her. Well, given that we were both hopelessly in love, I asked her to marry me a couple months ago – right about the time that my posts slowed down – and, well, she said yes. We got married last Saturday. And I couldn’t be happier.
When I have important really personal things going on, good or bad, I tend to retreat a little bit. I am sure you understand that it’s not my style to process those kinds of things here. I tend to process and then share later – once things are settled. Others do it differently, and I totally respect that. I always want to save my first thoughts, or my truest self for my family and friends. I can share with you all once those things are processed and shared in real life. So, proposal, wedding planning, and marriage are settled. And, now I can share.
OHMYGODYOUGUYS! I am married! In the coming weeks, I will share about what happened. I have lots of things to say about getting married from the Butch perspective. For example, I decided that I was neither the bride, nor the groom. Instead, I claim “Broom.” I’ll tell you how that went down next.
It’s Butch to “marry that woman already” (as one of my besties said). Be Butch.