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Here are some wedding pictures posted by Paul’s friend and date, Sally. She’s the pretty lady with the big smile in the second picture and Paul (Jon’s long-time friend) is the handsome fella beside her.

I’m moving a wee bit slow this week. Getting Yana back to the airport in Charlotte, NC on Monday nearly did me in. Warren was up most of the previous night because we gave him Bill Bryson’s book, A Walk in the Woods, to read and he couldn’t put it down. So, I did most of the driving. I thought for sure Jon would be taking me to the ER before sun up, but managed to get myself through the worst of the pain. The new hubby hovered protectively and made sure I went to bed at a decent hour. I forbade any lectures, though; I knew what I was getting myself into and Yana is worth a little pain and suffering.

Jon and I took the recurve bow out yesterday for a test run. I’m happy to report that I can hit the broad side of a barn! Being left-handed and right-eye dominant means I have to shoot the bow right-handed. This will take some getting used to, but it doesn’t feel completely alien; I guess having to adapt to a right-handed world has its advantages after all. I did try to shoot with my dominant hand only to discover there’s just no way … I can’t sight with any accuracy at all.

Remember I said the bow is a significant gift to me? Well, here’s why: in our vows to each other, Jon and I repeated this line, “your dreams are now my dreams,” and he rarely misses an opportunity to show me he means what he said. A while ago, I think well before last Christmas now, I wondered aloud to him if my affinity for bows in computer video games would translate to reality. I loved my night elf hunter in WoW, I love using Wander’s bow in Shadow of the Colossus, and in Guild Wars, Asheron’s Call, or just about any other game I’ve played involving bows — it’s my weapon of choice.

If yesterday is any indication, then that affinity does indeed translate to reality. I wouldn’t have known this if Jon hadn’t taken a musing of my thoughts aloud and turned it into such a wonderful, thoughtful wedding gift. I can’t wait to get out there again. I thrill each time the arrow strikes the target, and delight in each little improvement that gets me a better shot. I went from slamming my eyes shut each time I released the arrow to being able to see the arrow fly. I neverneverEVER felt the same way with any firearm. I don’t like them at all, except — of course — for the purpose they serve. They’re big, clunky, loud and obnoxious (and I hope Drew is not watching this!).

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