Happy Anniversary To Us
Today is the Lovely Mrs. G. and my 9th wedding anniversary. Sort of.
You see, we were married in Montana, where once you sign the paperwork, you’re technically legally married. No ceremony needed – sign your name, and you’re hitched.
So we went to the courthouse on Thursday, June 12, 1997, dropped off our official paperwork and $35 licensing fee, and were legally married by the stroke of a pen. Of course, our actual wedding ceremony wasn’t until two days later, on June 14, so that’s the day we call our “real” anniversary date. Nobody (i.e. banks, the IRS) ever seems to mind when we were married, so June 14 it is.
Regardless, it’s been 9 years already, which in some ways feels like an incredibly short time, but in other ways feels like a lifetime. Mrs. G. is truly my best friend, and there’s no-one else out there that I’d rather refer to as “The Lovely Mrs. G.” than her. She’s my world, and I’m a damn lucky guy to have her.
So happy anniversary, Mrs. G. You make my day.
You see, we were married in Montana, where once you sign the paperwork, you’re technically legally married. No ceremony needed – sign your name, and you’re hitched.
So we went to the courthouse on Thursday, June 12, 1997, dropped off our official paperwork and $35 licensing fee, and were legally married by the stroke of a pen. Of course, our actual wedding ceremony wasn’t until two days later, on June 14, so that’s the day we call our “real” anniversary date. Nobody (i.e. banks, the IRS) ever seems to mind when we were married, so June 14 it is.
Regardless, it’s been 9 years already, which in some ways feels like an incredibly short time, but in other ways feels like a lifetime. Mrs. G. is truly my best friend, and there’s no-one else out there that I’d rather refer to as “The Lovely Mrs. G.” than her. She’s my world, and I’m a damn lucky guy to have her.
So happy anniversary, Mrs. G. You make my day.
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