Woohoo! We made it a decade!
Ten years ago from tomorrow, February 7th, I drove Robin to the courthouse in Kahoka, MO for a marriage license, then across the street so Judge Moon could marry us. He was in a big hurry so he sounded more like an auctioneer. Then we went across another street to a nice German restaurant to have lunch with my uncle and mother. Later that night, we had beer and alligator tail with some friends.
I know, that doesn’t sound like a big extravaganza, but we’d left the house with original intentions to simply renew our driver’s licenses. That’s kind of how we’d always been.
We may be stuck home most of the time now, both disabled while only in our 30s, but we’ve already lived quite the wild lives. And we’re far from finished!
Just today, while in the car with my mother, I was reminiscing about an Impotent Sea Snakes concert I attended once where I was helped onto stage by this guy with a huge nail through his nose, where I proceeded to mosh around naked women. At one point, there was a guy hanging by large hooks in his back and he’d dropped his cigarette, so I picked it up and gave it back to him.
Then I said, “That used to be a weekend thing for me, so it’s not like I’m sitting at home with a midlife crisis, wishing I’d done more before becoming disabled.”
Robin feels the same way. We’re content and we have each other to grow old with. It’s all good. Here’s to ten fun years and to many more!
Robin on our wedding day.
Early days.
