8 years. 8 years of loads of ups and loads of downs. He has less hair and I have more stretch marks. We both have a little bit more around the middle, too.

We got married in the courthouse, in downtown Annapolis, Maryland. We had no attendants or witnesses – it was just us. We stopped on our way to the courthouse, to buy a small bouquet. I still have the receipt.

We were married by a VERY animated man, who served as both our official AND our photographer. We had a disposable camera – as he was having us recite our vows, he was snapping pictures. We tried REALLY hard not to laugh.

After we were officially married, we walked to our favorite bar and had yummy cheese fries and cheap champagne.

I remember standing at the top of Main Street, downtown. B was on the phone and I was looking down at the harbour. I remember so vividly thinking that I had just done the most perfect thing for myself. I had spent years doing perfect things for other people, whether or not they were perfect for me. I had finally done something for myself. I was thrilled to be married to Brian. I am still thrilled, 8 years later.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

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