Six years ago, I compromised and woke up early in the morning because I had made a promise to take someone else’s name that day, his name. It seemed like a beautiful, sunny day and I remember being extremely nervous, not because I was about to get married, but because I was terrified something would change between us (yes, I am the one with manly fears around the house). Seconds before leaving the house and heading to the City Hall, we stood in the hallway and exchanged wedding rings, just like that, simple and sealed with a kiss. We then headed to the real ceremony and said our recognized by the law “I do’s!”. There were no funny events that I could tell you about and no mixed emotions whatsoever. I could even say that it looked like a normal day, except the tone of flowers, the laughter and the kissing.
Eight people were present to witness our official bond and after a nice lunch with them, we called all of our friends (they had no idea we were supposed to get married that day) and celebrated our own way: at home, with lots of alcohol, good food and crazy outbursts among good friends. They all showed up at our place and we greeted them with a shout: “Surprise!!!!” and after some serious hugging and kissing, we started dancing. Oh and the party we had was so wild, that the pictures and the videos got lost over the years; no proof is left, but our memories and some of the lyrics of “No woman, no cry”, sang with a broom for a microphone, which still buzzes in my ears every year, this day.
And because I started talking about my fear of change, I must say, except the name and the houses and countries and cities and some additions to our family, nothing did change. We are still the same people, with the same dreams (we should work on that hahaha) and we still can’t imagine life one without the other. So, here is to us and a special thank you to Florence that decided to celebrate with us today and talked to some clouds to bring some anniversary storms our way. No harm done, we like dancing in the rain and after all, in our country rain means good luck and richness; so let it pour, we’ll postpone the fun for tomorrow.
