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This post was originally written on September 23, 2010 and published on my previous blog, This and That. Here and There. Now, Sometimes Then.
A Special 23rd DateFourteen years ago, about the same time as I'm writing this, I'm getting food ready for the next day's festivity. Getting married to the husband, it was.
Fourteen years ago, about an hour or so from now, I will have finally laid down beside a very anxious husband-to-be. He would be so anxious, he would not be able to sleep. And, that would mean I would not get to sleep.
"We can still call it off," I will have said.
"No, we can't," he will have replied.
"Yes, we can."
"No, we can't. People are coming."
"We can call them up first thing in the morning."
"No, we can't."
"Yes, we can."
"You've already made the food."
"I can put it in the freezer."
"We don't have to get married," I will have said.
"We already got the license," he will have replied.
"Do you want to marry me?"
"Yes, I do."
"What's the problem?"
"You'll write about this exact moment in a blog one day."
Okay, the husband didn't say that last thing. Of course, we didn't say what I wrote word for word, but as memory serves it's pretty close to what was.
Fourteen years ago, several hours from now, the husband-to-be and I will have lead our guests through some county offices, took a right at the Xerox machine, and stood before a court judge.
"I do," I will have said.
"I do," the husband will have said, too.
After which, we all will have headed back to our home and ate the lunch that I would not have had to freeze.
P.S. Happy Anniversary, the Husband. I'm very glad you didn't get cold feet. How did 14 years go so quickly? I love you.
P.P.S. The Husband and I just moved into a new phase of wearing those ugly, but comfortable, Crocs. Whoo-hooo!