Well, the fateful day has arrived. Actually, it’s the day before the fateful day, but there’s a lot to do between now and tomorrow. Why? Because tomorrow, Soup Husband Curt and I are leaving behind our three lovely sons, two annoying squalor-causing beloved pets, and arming Curt’s parents with a ream fifty-two five pages of notes and instructions on the Safe and Efficient Operation of Our Household.
And then we are turning off our cell phones, stepping away from our computers, assuming pseudonyms, and disappearing for a few days, because on October 2, 1993, we up and got hitched, and lived to tell about it, and in fact are all the better for it, and if that’s not worth running away to celebrate, then I don’t know what is.