Fifteen Years Later...

Fifteen years ago today, two months before my 18th birthday (and two months after his 19th birthday), I married the man I knew I didn’t want to live my life without. He was in his final months of college, and I was working at a Blockbuster Video. It wasn’t anything spectacular, except that we got lost on our way to the courthouse.

We arrived after 5pm on a Friday.

Luckily, there was a couple ahead of us in line, and because they held it all up, we were able to slide in before the office closed. Just a piece of paper. His signature. My signature. My parents’ signature. My brother was there. My grandmother was there. I dressed in a pair of silver slacks and a lovely white blouse. He worse a simple suit. My mom gave me a small bouquet. The lady behind the counter married us, and then we went back to my parents’ house.

We had champagne. We took pictures. We laughed. Then, we went to our hotel. The ladies at the hotel had left us a chilled bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and a card congratulating us. I don’t think they realized we were both under 21. XD But it was lovely. Everything had gone about how I’d hoped, and I was married. I was happy. I wouldn’t change a moment of that day, nor would I change any other moment of the last fifteen years with Roger. My Code Monkey. My husband-thing.

I got my happily ever after, and I’ve cherished every moment of it.

Tonight, we’re celebrating with friends. Food, games, laughter.

Happy Anniversary, Roger!

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