Exactly two years ago today, I up and got married to my one & only. Suited in black (both of us) & wearing wingtips (again, both of us), with my grandmother’s ring on my finger, photos of our departed loved ones closest to my heart and with my great-grandfather Tom Rooney’s tie clip on his tie, we stood in front of our family and closest friends and made it official.

Then we went and partied with about 100 more of our closest friends ’til the wee hours of April 4th.

Life is funny. Twenty years ago, hell, even fifteen years ago, I didn’t even want to ever get married. Marriage seemed like a thing that might happen in the distant future if I was old & bored enough. I never thought it was a real possibility; I was far too edgy. However when you’re with someone you genuinely love, genuinely want to spend time with… the reality of it hits you. And what is marriage? Becoming family with someone. Officially, legally being connected with someone. The magic doesn’t fade when you’re with the one you’re meant to be with. After being in each other’s lives for almost 17 years, through 2 years of marriage and almost 14 years of being together as a couple, I love him more today than I ever thought possible. Thank you Jay, for being my guy.

If you’d like to read through the post I wrote about our wedding way back when, here it is.

(oh- and P.S.; most people do photos like the top shot using the Bible. Not our style. That’s actually an F. Scott Fitzgerald book, conveniently open to the story “A Diamond as Big as the Ritz.”)

“I don’t believe in marriage. I think at worst it’s a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it’s a happy delusion – these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they’re about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don’t think it’s conservative or delusional. I think it’s radical and courageous and very romantic.”  – Frida, 2002