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Friday, April 4, 2003

Getting real

This wedding thing gets more and more real with every passing day. This morning, Laura and I went down to boro hall with one of our friends and applied for our marriage license. We had to gather all the relevant documents and everything. I didn't know where my birth certificate was, so I had sent away to the state of Michigan to get one. Laura still had her original from when she was born.

Laura was nervous at home this morning as we were getting ready to go to boro hall. I didn't feel nervous until we actually got there, when I felt a little twinge. It's really happening. We had had to make an appointment to get the license, the reason for which was clear when we saw the lengthy line of prospective brides and grooms waiting. You wouldn't think there would be dozens of couples thronging to get their marriage licenses at 9 am on a Friday in April in a small boro of no distinction, but there you go. (Uh-huh. Tell some more whoppers, Ralph.)

They also wanted to see Laura's divorce papers. She wasn't happy about that, but I understand why they do that. They wouldn't want to give a license to someone who's currently married, after all. I don't mind that her former husband's name is on the application. I do hope they don't include it on the actual license, though.

Ten minutes at a Formica® counter in a dingy office and it was over. One of us can go back next week and pick up the actual license.

Posted at 11:38 AM


Note: I’m tired of clearing the spam from my comments, so comments are no longer accepted.

hey, when's The Big Day?

don't be nervous - a wedding ceremony and a piece of paper won't change a good relationship, it'll make it stronger :)

Posted by deb at 6:08 PM, April 4, 2003 [Link]

I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you. (Actually, I've been told not to place the date on any public web sites until after its passed, so the house isn't burgled or anything.) But you can assume it's pretty soon. :-)

I probably overstated my feelings by saying I was "nervous". It was just kind of a momentary sense of oddness or something. Laura and I have been engaged for so long (six and a half years) that it just seems kind of amazing that we're finally actually getting around to tying the knot. It's not like I have any doubts at all that it's the right thing to do.

Posted by ralph at 7:07 PM, April 4, 2003 [Link]


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