It was precisely one year ago today that my delightful Husband and I tied the knot (in secret)... and precisely two years ago today that we met. Sure, we have the "real" wedding anniversary in October, commemorating the date upon which we engaged in the usual love-spectacles: walking down the aisle, having our parents give us away, reading our own carefully prepared vows, exchanging rings, popping pills and wheat beers to get us through the horrible anxiety of the entire night, etc etc. But today, today is the date we've kept tucked away from virtually everyone else in the world, the date we secretly said "Fuck you, Wedding Industrial Complex!" and all the stress, familial tension, materialism and garbage that went along with it and scampered off to be secretly wed under
this gorgeous monster of a tree that made us look like tiny Lego people. Aaah, memories.
I couldn't have possibly known, even in my wildest dreams, the kind of wedded bliss I was in for, standing there under that tree, nervous and giddy and sweating and being swarmed by mosquitos while trying to concentrate on the words our notary was solemnly intoning. A year later, I'm still slowly getting it through my thick skull that I am and will be happier than anyone ever deserves to be, and what a tremendous gift I've been given. I managed to meet and marry my Karmic Jackpot. He is everything I could ever want, an entire lifetime's worth of little-girl's-compiled-lists-of-wants, plus eleventy million little things I never knew I needed until I got 'em, and good-lookin' to boot. How many people get that lucky??