Three years ago today, I married my love. We were together for nearly 7 years before the knot was tied. I'll go into detail about how we met another time, today its all about 'the big day' and the events leading up to it.
He proposed to me in front of The Redwood in Seattle in front of our closest friends, after picking a fight with me in order to get me out of said bar. I kicked him, laughed, cried and instead of yes, I said "Fucking, Duh".
We've never gone about things in a 'normal' fashion. We've tried, but to do things that way it never felt really 'right'. We never wanted the 2.5 kids and white picket fence. So getting married we took our time getting there. 2 years of being engaged and then our wedding day was upon us.
Our ceremony was short and sweet and performed by a Judge and not a priest (much to my Mother's dismay). We planned our big day to be focused on celebrating with food and drinks and dancing the night away with family and friends rather than all about the traditional pomp and circumstance. There was no bouquet toss, garter toss, special dances, or long winded speeches.
Marriage at it's simplest form is just a legal contract between two people. Our relationship never needed that extra step, but with an excuse to have a giant party with all of our friends? Well "fucking duh" we are going to do it up right.
My favorite memory from our wedding day has to be our first dance and what happened when we arrived at our hotel on our wedding night.
We danced to 'Fly Me To The Moon' sung by Frank Sinatra. I'll never forget the rush as he pulled me up the stairs to the dance floor at our venue. Laughing uncontrollably as he dipped me and looking into his eyes, sharing a special moment with just the two of us.
After the whirlwind, booze filled fun that was our wedding, entering our suite felt instantly soothing. We were both drunk and excited that "YES WE DID IT" that we couldn't just consummate our relationship right off the bat. Tony just HAD to get us 'something'. So off he goes in his wedding finery, leaving me behind to sip Chardonnay out of the bottle in my wedding dress, on the bed watching the summer Olympics. About 15 minutes later he comes tumbling back into the room with a six pack of Olympia beer and a pink geranium (complete with roots). We laughed, we drank, we 'held hands' with ping pong going on in the background and slept like the dead.
Three years goes by incredibly fast with someone you love. Over the weekend I kept looking at Tony and feeling blissfully happy giggling about something as silly as our pug letting out a squeaker fart. Yep, we're 'those' people. I can safely say that I love him more now than I did 10 years ago, even three years ago.
My Tony, My Love.
~Steffaree
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