In case anyone is wondering, it STILL hasn't hit me that I am actually married. It just seems really fun to have sleepovers every night, eat dinner together, and rearrange the furniture over and over and over. I just keep wondering when it's going to stop....and then I remind myself that I get to have sleepovers with the Spaniard every day for the rest of my life! I get to burn his dinners every day for the rest of his life AND we are going to continue to rearrange the furniture until he's completely bald, I'm completely grey, and our teeth are fake. I can't imagine anything better!