Mr. and Mrs.

A picture from the rehearsal, until I can show off the real ones.

Mommy and daddy are married.

I have a new last name and a husband. I now have the same last name as my daughter. I'm a wife. I'm wearing a wedding ring. I have a new sister, mother, and father-in-law, along with a whole host of new family members.

Other than that, not much has changed. Jason and I have been committed to each other as if we were married for years. When we reunited after some time apart two years ago--three months after that he proposed--I already knew this was my life partner, officially, forever. We were already living together. A few months after the proposal, we found out about Adelyn. We already knew we were spending our lives side by side, for better or for worse, and Adelyn pretty much sealed the deal.

Way back when we got engaged I signed up for those pesky monthly newsletters from TheKnot.com. Doesn't every overly-excited girl do that? And let me just tell you now, I used those things about as often as I use our fancy bottle warmer. Never. Yesterday, a day after the wedding, I got an e-mail with the subject line "Congratulations!" It was the first one I'd actually opened from TheKnot. And all they wanted to tell me about was this thing called "post-nuptial blues."

Geez. Before we'd even opened our gifts I was being warned about this new mind-altering, depressive state.

So. I'll just say that I, for one, am not all that worried about depression right now. Sure, the wedding's over, and part of me feels a twinge of sadness at that thought, just because I want to relive it again, and again, and again. I see now why people renew their vows, a practice I always thought was sort of superfluous. I get it. They just want another night of dancing and gifts and seeing everyone you love under one roof. If Jason and I had the money we'd renew our vows every year, fly all of our friends in and get all dressed up and stand up in front of everyone to tell each other how amazing the other is.

Sunday night was the best night of my life. Period. Coming in a close second is the night Adelyn was born, which was, I guess, more profound in a lot of ways, except I was on zero sleep and nurses were pushing on my belly until I was screaming in pain after I gave birth. Luckily there was no such practice after we said "I do."

This weekend was also the first time in years that all of my best friends have been in the same place at the same time. The bachelorette party and rehearsal dinner are entirely separate stories for later. There's just too much to tell.

From left: Elise, Crystal, Meagan, Alex, Erin, Morgan, me, and Jasmine.

On Thursday, I brought Adelyn to my parents house to hang out with my sister. On my way back out to the car, I was leaning forward to put Adelyn's DEARGOD so, so heavy car seat in its base when I stepped down at the wrong angle and my ankle twisted all the way inward. The pain was so intense it almost didn't register immediately. I got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and drove back to my apartment, my entire foot and ankle throbbing with each press of the gas pedal. Jason was waiting for me at home, recovering from food poisoning. He'd been up all night throwing up. Thankfully, his crisis was ending just as soon as mine was beginning. I called him from the parking lot of our apartment and asked him to come carry Adelyn. I couldn't walk. I sat in my car, trying to put weight on my foot outside the door, and it just wasn't happening. The pain was too intense. Jason got Adelyn inside and then came back for me. He carried me inside, got some ice for my already-swelling foot, and listened to me sob for an hour about the devastating fact that I would not be able to walk down the aisle. Of course. Of course this would happen, the day before my bachelorette party and three days before the wedding.

Jason used to be a sponsored skateboarder when he was a teenager, so he's no stranger to injured feet. In fact, he's an expert. He's broken, sprained, and twisted those ligaments so many times his feet are completely flat. (Sorry, baby. I still think your feet are the cutest feet ever.) So a few hours after the catastrophe that was my ankle twisting, Jason had me walking around the apartment. I was walking like an idiot. I was sobbing. I was dragging my foot behind me like a zombie. It hurt almost as bad as labor. (Keep in mind I got an epidural and the pain stopped when I was dilated to a four.) But I was walking, albeit walking while enduring excruciating pain. And this, Jason told me, meant that I would be fine. If it was broken or even sprained, he said, walking on it wouldn't even be an option, pain or not. So I went to bed that night hopeful I would wake up and the throbbing would be gone.

I woke up around three in the morning, and it was worse. I didn't want to wake Jason up again since he was on Adelyn-duty that night, so I crawled out of bed. I crawled down our stairs, through our living room, then to our kitchen. I reached for some Tylenol and gulped it down. And then I crawled back upstairs.

When I woke up, I could walk. My foot was bruised and it still hurt, but the intense throbbing was gone. After that relief, knowing I'd be able to walk at my own wedding without crutches, the rest sort of flew by me. I stopped worrying about all the little details and just enjoyed it. I guess it was a sort of blessing in disguise.

I wanted to write yesterday about this weekend but I didn't know where to start. The highlight was probably the cliche moment when I saw Jason for the first time walking down the aisle, because how can you top that? You can't. But then there was my dad's incredible speech. My best friend Meagan's toast, where she reminded everyone how we met fourteen years ago debating who had the higher reading level. It also could have been Jason's dad serenading us to Elvis (I made him promise he would do this a year ago, and he refused. Guess the wine made him rethink it). Or my oldest friend Melissa performing "At Last" a cappella. Beautifully. Maybe Adelyn's aunt Erin carrying her down the aisle. Jason's mom getting down on the dance floor to Kool and the Gang. My best friend Morgan grabbing the mic to welcome Jason into our close-knit group of friends. My pregnant best friend Elise shimmying on the dance floor while holding her belly. My mom gripping my hand as we walked down the aisle. Our photographer and my good friend Justin breakdancing after he put the camera down. The dance contest for the bouquet to Beyonce's "Put a Ring on It." It could have been Jason smashing the glass after we said our vows, and it also could have been when I accidentally dropped and smashed my wine glass from dancing with just a little too much enthusiasm. Or when I went to check on Adelyn upstairs and found her sitting in her great grandma's lap, stripped down to her diaper because of the heat, snoozing.

And it might just have been the end of the night, after Jason and I finally got in our getaway car, both drowsy from too much champagne and excitement (we weren't driving), when I laid my head on his shoulder and we sat in the quiet and held hands, peaceful, content, and finally married.

Adelyn didn't even make a peep during the ceremony. She sat on my mom's lap, watching her parents say their vows to each other and watched with a happy smirk on her face. I couldn't have asked for more.

For now, I'll leave you with our vows. Nothing else could really sum up the weekend better.

Mine: I, Sarah, take you, Jason, to be my husband. I take you to be my forever friend, my faithful companion, and my constant comedian. I vow to love you every day, on the days you’ve gotten enough sleep and even when you haven’t. I vow to listen wholeheartedly and with true excitement to the details of every new passion you discover. I vow to let you play guitar every day, all day, if that’s what you want, and to sing along always. I vow to be the best mother I know how to be to our daughter Adelyn, and to never, ever forsake her or you and to always place my family first. Above all else I vow to love you more with each passing day, and to never forget the happiness I felt nearly seven years ago when I met you and realized I found my soul mate. I give you my hand, my heart, my soul and my self, as long as we both shall live.

Jason's: From the start of our first date I knew one day we'd be standing right here. In the past six and a half years we've both been swept away on a crazy journey, constantly turning and forging onward. And with those turns and life's many surprises we've always found a center in one another. A center that is real, constant, and will always feel like home to me. I vow to always be your center, no matter how far or fast life turns, to be right there with you. To always remain faithful and to honor you with each passing day. To be a partner, a friend, and a soulmate that you can rely on. And to never let you forget just how much you mean to me. I'll give you my unconditional love as long as we both shall live.

(Get ready to be inundated with wedding pictures as soon as I get them.)