This past Saturday was my third anniversary. My wife's, too. We were going to celebrate by going out to dinner and a movie. Specifically, Alice in Wonderland (her choice) and Teppanyaki (Japanese Grill, my choice). I've never been to a teppanyaki joint before, so I was excited. What's more romantic than an onion volcano and a table full of strangers? Kids were sick though. So, we stayed home. The night wasn't a complete loss, if you catch my drift. Humminah humminah, boing boing boing, aahooogah! Jackpot!
Mmmm Bow Bow . . . chikka chikka.
Our wedding: Three years ago Saturday, we went before God and Rosario Salerno, the city clerk of Boston, MA, and tied the knot. The date was April 3rd. The Peanut's birthday is April 12th. We practically had to buy an extra wedding ring.
We weren't going to get married, originally. It didn't seem necessary. But in the end, we have, my wife especially, pretty fucked up parental situations, so we did it. Not wanting to chance that our baby might end up with her mom. We're a pragmatic people.
We had to go before a judge first to get special permission to marry without a waiting period. That part wasn't hard.
"Have you ever been divorced?"
"And you. Have you ever been divorced?"
"Ok. This court authorizes you to go and get married before your water breaks all over the Massachusetts state seal."
We went to the city clerk's office. She squeezed us in right away. She read her words, we cried and kissed, and we were married.
I don't worry much about telling the Peanut how she was conceived out of wedlock. She surprised the shit out of us, is all there is to it. We thought we were headed for the D.I.N.K. lifestyle. Empty meaningless fun financed with disposable income. Those poor schmucks. And then: Oy vey! Baby.
I am incredibly thankful that she came along when she did.
Someday, my wife and I will renew our vows. We'll have a more proper ceremony, with a smidge of pomp and circumstance. Why not, you know? But I don't regret our wedding for a moment. There was no more love in any typical, meticulously planned, poorly catered wedding ceremony than there was between us on that day.
We've been married for three years. We've been romantically involved for about eight. We've been best friends for just over 17. I have felt like the luckiest person in the world for every one of them.
I am so grateful that we met. I am so grateful that she chose me. I am so grateful that she put out. I am so grateful that I knocked her up. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Anniversary My Love.