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Today is my wedding anniversary.  Ten years down the line we had to get married.   Insurance purposes.  Utter bullshit, I thought.  We talked about it here and again, but were of the “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it” mentality and were content with our life together.  After all, we had just lived through 9-11, been chased out of town by my in-laws, drove around the country with three kids living like gypsies, sold everything we owned and moved five times in the last couple of years.  If that didn’t break us, a piece of paper certainly didn’t much matter.

“How about the summer solstice? That’s a powerful day.  That’s a good day to get married.” I suggested.

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Today is my wedding anniversary.  Ten years down the line we had to get married.   Insurance purposes.  Utter bullshit, I thought.  We talked about it here and again, but were of the “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it” mentality and were content with our life together.  After all, we had just lived through 9-11, been chased out of town by my in-laws, drove around the country with three kids living like gypsies, sold everything we owned and moved five times in the last couple of years.  If that didn’t break us, a piece of paper certainly didn’t much matter.

“How about the summer solstice? That’s a powerful day.  That’s a good day to get married.” I suggested.

Read the rest of this entry →

Today is my wedding anniversary.  Ten years down the line we had to get married.   Insurance purposes.  Utter bullshit, I thought.  We talked about it here and again, but were of the “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it” mentality and were content with our life together.  After all, we had just lived through 9-11, been chased out of town by my in-laws, drove around the country with three kids living like gypsies, sold everything we owned and moved five times in the last couple of years.  If that didn’t break us, a piece of paper certainly didn’t much matter.

“How about the summer solstice? That’s a powerful day.  That’s a good day to get married.” I suggested.

Read the rest of this entry →

Today is my wedding anniversary.  Ten years down the line we had to get married.   Insurance purposes.  Utter bullshit, I thought.  We talked about it here and again, but were of the “if it’s not broken, don’t fix it” mentality and were content with our life together.  After all, we had just lived through 9-11, been chased out of town by my in-laws, drove around the country with three kids living like gypsies, sold everything we owned and moved five times in the last couple of years.  If that didn’t break us, a piece of paper certainly didn’t much matter.

“How about the summer solstice? That’s a powerful day.  That’s a good day to get married.” I suggested.

Read the rest of this entry →