Two years of wedded bliss…

Today is Hubster’s and my two year anniversary. Two years. You know what’s funny about that? We haven’t even known each other for three years, and we’ve already been married for two years. ALSO, babylicious is 17 months old, and we’ve only been married for two years. You do the math… đŸ™‚

Generally speaking I adore being married, and Hubster and I have a lot of fun together with Babylicious. I’m not saying it’s all peaches and cream, as we most definitely have our rough days (coincidentally, our last rough day was this past Thursday, the day before we left for our anniversary weekend. But that’s a story for later), but for the most part we work well together. We are both madly in love with Babylicious and each other, and we try to work through most of our issues.

(side note: Does anyone else think that ALL couples could benefit from couples counceling counseling*? I’ve mentioned to Hubster that we should go to counseling while things are wonderful, because most couples wait until it’s gotten bad before considering counseling. Have you ever noticed that. It’s only when the wife/husband can no longer stand the site sight**/voice of her/his significant other that couples counseling is even put on the table. Why is that? Why even let it get that bad? Is it because most couples don’t think they need it until things are unbearable? I think that’s Hubster’s opinion, as he tends to laugh it off whenever I suggest it. But I’d really like to start with Hubster, because we DO have our issues, and I seriously think we could benefit from a counselor to help us talk through said issues.)


Two years ago today Hubster and I drove the hour to Pikeville Kentucky (That’s right. I was married in Kentucky. Don’t judge me) where two days prior we’d filled out our application for a marriage license (on which we were asked our kinship to each other. We had a nice chuckle about that). On a cool Thursday afternoon, after my classes were complete, we picked up our license and headed to the judges chambers in the Pike County Courthouse. However, the judge we had chosen to marry us was unavailable at the time, so we were sent by his secretary to the Family Court Judge’s chambers, located just across the street at the, get this, BB&T bank.

No Joke. We were married at the bank. To the credit of the Family Court, however, the courtroom was located on the top floor of the bank building (which is a spectacle in itself) quite far from any sort of banking business. It was just like a regular court that just happened to be located in the bank building.

We met the judge who would marry us, who was a very nice older gentleman. We were taken into the empty courtroom. It was just Hubster, the Judge, myself, and our two witnesses (the Judge’s secretary and an officer of the court. We recited our vows, exchanged rings, and then had our first kiss as a married couple. It was perfect. It was exactly what I wanted.

After we became legally bound, we walked around Pikeville and had lunch at a cute place called Sandy’s. The sun was shining and because it was still early October the temperature was past the scorching heat of September, but not too cold. It was just right.

The only thing I regret about the day is that we didn’t get anyone to take our picture together. We had a camera but for some reason we only have pictures of us taken seperately. I think we were just so deliriously happy, that we just didn’t think about taking our pictures. I guess that’s one plus of actually having a big ceremony with lots of people and flowers and such. You actually PAY someone to take all those pictures so you don’t have to think about it.

My wedding day was absolutely perfect. It’s not exactly how I pictured it would be, but I knew it’s what I wanted as we were living it.  I know there are some people who wouldn’t understand how I could possibly love having eloped and being alone on our wedding day, but for Hubster and me, it worked out beautifully. I know having a bigger ceremony would have allowed for family and friends to witness our marriage, but if you understood the history I have with my family, you would understand why it’s better that they weren’t all there. With a big celebration comes the obligation to invite all those family members who you loathe, but recieve an invitation strictly for the reason that they are “family”. That is certainly not what I wanted AT ALL.

I do wish that my mom, sister, and grandmother could have attended, and I know had I given notice chances are they would have come, but in a way, I really like that it was just Hubster and me. We were begining our lives together. We now lead a very simple life together with babyliciou, and it seems only fitting that we had a very simple wedding to begin the journey.

*Special thanks to my editor Aunt J. She’s an art teacher, and apparently a spelling and grammar fascist.

**See above.


1 Comment

  1. I’m also your biggest fan and I love you!! đŸ˜€

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