I would love to post a picture, but I promised the former Sig-O, now designated “Spouse,” that he had anonymity on this blog. So picture someone who looks like a mountain man from Jeremiah Johnson, and me, in blue, standing in front of a small mural of a Tuscan landscape while a county clerk reads us our vows.
We tied the knot on Friday, March 25, 2011.
The Spouse and I started off treating this as a purely civil/fiscal function. In order for him to be able to collect any part of my pension should I pre-decease him, we have to have been married 12 months prior to my retirement. I didn’t think it was going to matter much, but as the date got closer I realized I had more feelings about it than I thought.
We had four friends there, including L from Hawaii, who was scheduled to come in anyway to celebrate grandson Liam’s 2nd birthday. Kathleen joined us and Greg and Mary were our witnesses. This was the perfect group; sentimental and completely irreverent. Julie, our young clerk, was efficient, pleasant, cheerful and unflappable. If nshe can handle us, that girl’s got a future.
To my surprise, we got gifts! Kathleen bought us tickets to the Scottish fiddlers in May, and L provided a goodie basket with champagne, chocolate, candles, champagne flutes, and biscotti. My resourceful secretary had noted a mysterious appointment on my calendar for Friday (I took the day off), made a Sherlock-Holmesian deduction, and slipped over the day before to leave a bouquet of lovely flowers for me.
No Elvis impersonators, no Fancy Clergyman twittering “Mawwiage, mawwaige. . .” Just us and good friends.
After the ceremony, we went out to breakfast and got caught up on things. Spouse and I came home. We went for a walk, then I did dishes and he did laundry, and we spent most of the day reading. Ah, the adventure of marriage!