Sunday, July 28, 2013
It has been twelve years since my best friend and I "eloped" into the neighboring county.
We got a license and list of JPs, made a few phone calls--and one appointment--and went off for a huge breakfast at the breakfast bar. That was followed by a wee bit of shopping, the exchanging of vows, and back home for a nap.
We called our Moms, but had to leave messages on the answering machines ("hey, it's just me; we got married this morning; thought you'd like to know; talk to you later; love you both; bye!").
No arguments, though there have been disagreements and a few pouts.
Hours, days, maybe years worth of laughter.
Countless memories: shared sorrows, shared epiphanies, shared blessings, shared fun, shared joys.