Yup, that's right. We got married. Yesterday. At the courthouse. I didn't even need Rock to lend me the ten bucks! I feel like I'm making real strides here, people! For such a short ceremony, it was beautiful and poignant, and, obviously, something that I'll never forget. We were talking about getting married next year, before Project Zambrano popped up. See, having a baby makes you flexible to change! Jacob has decided to call me Pop, which cracks him up to no end. Sara has loudly demanded that she'll call me Dad. Both fill me with a sense of pride that I did nothing to deserve. Pretty Awesome.
On a related but unrelated note, we didn't invite anyone to the ceremony. This at first disappointed Mrs. Brewster. But she did her best to (appear to,anyways) be o.k. with it. Those of you that know my mother know that she's an important part of my life. You also know that she has a...strong personality. She has continuously surprised me throughout this time of my life, by offering unsolicited and very real support. She's the best. I know what unconditional love for a child is because of her, and I proud to say that she's my best friend. Thanks, Mom!
And we cannot forget Harold. My Dad. The best man that I know, and the best role model I could ever wish for in being a Dad. Your uncompromising morals and principles (while the cause of consternation between us as I grew up), absolutely taught me the values that I want to pass on. I'm grateful to know that when I'm unsure of something, you always seem to have an answer. Thanks, Pop!
Just wanted to take that time to let these very important people in my life know that I love them and will always, no matter what!