subtitle: this is such a life-minutiae post there isnt disclaimer large or verbose enough. you’ll have that.
I never really thought Id get married.
Actually strike that.
I had such a poor track-record of not wanting to hurt people’s feelings I always envisioned myself proposed to, saying YES! (while never intending to follow through), and ending up stuck.
I wasnt the girl who dreamed of her wedding day (like the Tornado. hold me.).
I knew it would take meeting someone worth relinquishing that for me to settle down.
Enter this guy:
Well enter him and also the fact I picked *him* up.
On a crowed bus (ahhh Pittsburgh public transportation I shall forever heart ye).
It was the day after Halloween and ever the obsessed healthy-eater I was snacking on candy for breakfast.
I spotted him standing, offered him a piece & then immediately turned to the friend next to me and joked he could sit on my lap if he wanted.
Lots of chasing, moving and myriad awkward romantic entanglements later we were married.
- Kind of spur of the moment (we decided the day before).
- Definitely the way we wanted (justice of the peace. best 10.00 we’ve spent).
- And we havent looked back since.
I mean, I know I have & Im confident he has as well.
As with weight-loss maintaining, people dont talk *enough* about how marriage is a choice we must recommit to daily.
But we’re still here 17 years later.
Please excuse the quality of the photos below.
Id blame the fact it was 1997, but we all know digital cameras existed back then.
He & I apparently neither owned one nor cared.
I was married in running tights/a sweatshirt and, if it’s possible, I ran less then than I do now.
The sweatshirt is from my training studio.
The quote reads: The abdomen is the reason why man does not easily take himself for a God.
Apparently I decided this constituted appropriate wedding attire?
You know me—I didnt give it a thought until about five minutes before.
I love the husband’s face in the picture below.
It’s hard to see, but to my eyes he looks nervouscited (as the child still says).
Oh and please to let me know if you’d like to discuss what was happening with my hair. It was in the process of a dredlocked then shaved then blonde then red then… carnival-ride.
All too quickly it was all done.
We were misfit and husband:
This diner (below) is where we held our (finger quote) reception (unFQ) .
We did not plan this ahead of time and ended up all squeezed into a booth.
I was happy to discover it’s still there! We need to return and bring the Tornado.
This is a picture of my training studio.
Our spontaneous-marriage happened the same day it opened as we’d already planned a party for that night and both sets of parents were in town so it seemed perfect.
Actual conversation from that day.
Then-boyfriend’s Mom: What are we doing this afternoon?
Then-boyfriend: Oh, um, we were thinking we’d get married?
This is not from that day.
Im just foisting it upon you anyway.
The lack of ink. The ever-present bandanna. The wacky-hairedness of youth.
It all makes me smile…
The photo was taken immediately post-
marriage bomb-dropping conversation above & after we foisted training studio sweatshirts upon everyone.
It was snapped prior to letting them know the wedding would take place in the basement of a local jail.
This last picture is fairly recent and the current culmination of our little story.
We joke a lot about what a handful I am.
We kid about the fact it looks a whole lot more fun to be married to me than it actually is.
*I* know life with me is a creative-roller coaster and it’s not changing any time soon.
I showed up to this marriage with no piriformis pain, a wrinkle-free countenance & plans to work as a counselor.
17 years and so many adventures later Im way off that path and he’s still ambling beside me.
And 17 years later that’s more than enough.