Exactly 3,592 days ago today, Allen and I did a very simple thing: We exchanged vows and rings in a very humble and private manner at the courthouse in Pensacola, Florida.
We have no photos to mark the occasion. But we do have this photo, which was taken on Jan. 1, 1998, at 12:01 am. — the night Allen first told me he loved me. Every New Year’s, I get to celebrate the anniversary of being loved. The stroke of midnight means another year has passed, another year of loving and of being loved, of being in this man’s life and heart.
Every October 27, I get to celebrate again that decision — the decision to share my life with Allen, to be his partner, before the eyes of the law, as any two people should be able to do in this country.
Happy 10th anniversary, my love! Thank you for a decade of schmoop! For 513 Mondays to tell you how much I love being married to you!