We received a few photos from our photographer which made me feel relieved! This was one aspect I thought was perfect and then the day of the wedding, I was worried that all of it wouldn't be captured. Honestly, I barely saw Cheryl at all that day so I thought she was absent. I guess that is the work of a photojournalist photographer. Photos from Cheryl at Inaframe.com.
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It is official, I have a new license from the DMV with my picture and another name on it.
I gave the woman the paperwork, she had me sign my new name. Then, I wrote the check and signed my old name. She told me to wait for them to call my name.
A few minutes later, a man called, 'Megan Loctor?'
My tummy did little flip-flops and I felt my face get flush. I walked over and told him, 'That's the first time I've heard my new name called.' He said, 'Oh, it must be Mrs. Loctor then?' Yep, Mrs. Loctor.
'Well, stand behind that line and smile until you see the flash, Mrs. Loctor.'
'This will be your temporary card for the next 2 weeks until your new license arrives, Mrs. Loctor.'
'Thank you, Mrs. Loctor.'
He really said it that many times! I giggled and left with butterflies in my tummy. I knew it was going to happen but hearing and responding to my new name was really strange and funny.
Love + my alias,
Blondie
When Asher and I were a new couple, I took advantage of my free time and free copy machine at my old job. I spent time re-sizing both of our heads so that they would fit over Heidi Klum and Seal's heads in an ad. They were the best photo I could find with an interracial couple and our heads ended up fitting perfectly. I mailed the picture to Asher, stuck inside of a People magazine.
I remember when he got it, his friend and his friend's girlfriend were there and they were like, "she's kinda crazy." And his friend was like, "why don't you do stuff like that for me?" to his girlfriend.
One of the best things about meeting someone and having a long distance romance is that you have an opportunity to surprise and delight them in unexpected ways. We had ridiculously long telephone conversations and lots of packages sent through the mail. I got creative and once sent him pumpkin bread via priority mail. The post office lady loved it (and so did Asher)!
Now that we are married, we are the Loctors but I still like the sound of Ashondie. It reminds me of where we started.

