Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Our 15th Wedding Anniversary

It was the tail end of December 1996 when I was introduced to the boy that would eventually become the man I married.

Our first school dance together, Valentine's Day, 1997.
People called him Timmy back then. He didn't show his teeth when he smiled. He was funny and ornery. From the moment I met him, I never wanted to spend time with anyone else.

The professional wedding portrait, Friday, November 15, 2002.
We were married by a judge in the Washington County Courthouse on Friday, November 15, 2002 with our parents and my sister there as witnesses. The judge didn't even stand up for the ceremony. He pulled out a tiny notebook as we crowded awkwardly into his office. He surveyed us briefly, looked disgusted and croaked, "are you ready?"

We were and when it was over he commanded, "kiss her" and added his most sincere well wishes, "I hope it works out."

Summer of 2016 at Hocking Hills State Park in Ohio.
Today marks fifteen years since our wedding. In that time we've had four addresses, two dogs, and one kid. We've traveled. We've adventured. We've laughed.

There won't be any crystal gifts exchanged and he just got me a watch for Mother's Day. In fact, we're likely to forget to celebrate entirely. The usual routine is special enough. As long as we're together.