Reader, I Married Him

We were pretty sure within a few months of serious dating that we would marry. From the moment we met we each decided, independently of the other, that we would date no one else but would concentrate on just each other.

We are both extremely mature adults. By “mature” I don’t mean just old, although of course we are getting on in age. What I do mean is that we are both grown up emotionally. We “own our own stuff.” We don’t blame anyone else for whatever happens in our lives. We take responsibility for our own emotions, we celebrate our successes, we know our strengths and weaknesses and we are both delightfully capable of laughing at ourselves.

We don’t need each other in any pathological ways. We do delight in each other. And we wanted to maximize our time together.

We’re not naïve. We know we have limited time together. Although we both enjoy truly great health, there are no promises that it will continue. We’ve both seen too many of our contemporaries become debilitated and die.

So, we married in a private ceremony this past Sunday, October 11, 2015. We chose to pledge our lives together this way because we wanted to focus only on ourselves here. The celebrant was a good friend for both of us of, Don Smith. His wife Amy joined us to snap a few photos and just to rejoice quietly at the joining of our two lives.

At some later date, we’ll have a blow out party and give our extended families and many friends a place to meet and celebrate.

But I still have a story to tell about this. It will come. For now, I invite you to rejoice with us as well.