Three years ago today...

... was my last "official" day as a single gal.


And I didn't even know it.


We were in Vegas... hubby had a trade show and I tagged along for the ride. On Friday (April 1st) we took a big trip out to the Neon Museum for a private tour, and we had a cab driver who told all the stories of the pranks his family pulls for April Fool's Day, and he was really trying to convince us that we should get married and then get divorced the same night to pull a prank on our own families.


That wasn't going to happen.

We'd always talked about getting married in Vegas... I do not have the poofy white dress bride gene and a big wedding held little charm for me. I figured we'd just be scoping things out to plan a future trip for the actual nuptuals. But I did bring a white dress with me "just in case".


On Saturday morning, April 2nd, we woke up and did the buffet thing and went back to our room. The now-hubby looked at me and said, "Well, do you want to do it now, or come back another time?" Me: "Huh?" Him: "We've done the buffet and everything else Vegas, want to get married?" Me: "Sure!"


He went out to get a decent shirt (all he brought were polos and tee shirts) and I headed off to find some shoes to go with the white dress (the dress was $5 off Ebay, the shoes cost me $120 but are still my favorite brand of heels to this day) and we went downtown, and then got married at a seedy little chapel in a strip mall. It was great.



We'd been together for... quick math in head... 11 years by that point. We knew it was going to happen and it would happen when it happened, and that was the moment. The families were more relieved/excited that we FINALLY did it than upset we did it without them. But it is what we wanted... our relationship is the two of us, and the marriage was the two of us (and a car salesman-like preacher).


Couldn't be happier, still.