4 years ago we woke up in our just-rented, mostly-empty townhouse and got ready for the day. We dressed in jeans and a black shirt for me, a button up for him. We drove to Annapolis and entered the courthouse. Our 48 hour waiting window was up. After going through security we anxiously sat on a bench and waited for the couple ahead of us to tie the knot. I remembered we didn't have a camera. Or anyone to take pictures for us. They called our names. We entered the chapel. Much like a Vegas chapel (I can imagine) with the alter and pews, only scaled down and empty. The JOP said our vows, we repeated after him. We exchanged rings. We kissed. And he pronounced us man and wife. Though the exact details of emotions, wording, reactions are sometimes a blur. I will never forget the feeling of leaving the courthouse as Rob's wife. Walking back down the street to our car surrounded by people clad in green and sometimes drunk. We grabbed cheesesteaks, we furniture shopped, we carried on... and when we went to bed that night, we went to bed married.
|March 17, 2010|
4 years---ages, but really not so long.
Thanks for these 4 years Rob.
I love you---forever and always.