Yesterday was our 7th wedding anniversary...well, the first one. There's another coming up on July 4. We didn't have a plan to get married. We went to see what was going on at the registrars office the day they made it legal and we took a number and sat with hundreds of people and the crowd kept getting bigger. People in suits and fancy dresses and people in uniform and people like us, in street clothes and all of us looking a little shell-shocked. We were offered an unofficial marriage, which is like registered common law but not recognized in all states, and an official marriage that had a waiting period. We took them both and a very nice and friendly clerk married us on the spot while Sydney watched. And, on July 4, we were "officially" married in a group ceremony on the grounds of the state capital. And, no matter what happens, nobody can take those two events away from us. No matter how much people try to pretend it didn't happen or it wasn't real, let me guarantee you, it was real. I know. I was there. I have pictures and a piece of paper to prove it.
Yesterday afternoon, I put Rob's shirt back together. It went from a 2XL to an L. The only awkward thing about it is a button about two inches from the front hem. Nobody will ever notice.