August 8

Last Wednesday night, Dan and I went to apply for our marriage license at the Bucks County Courthouse. When we told the security guards why we were there after hours, they seemed a little surprised, like “aren’t you a little old to be doing this?” Then, we head to the third floor office, where government workers interview you to make sure you’re not insane or first cousins. There, we found 20 or so other couples ahead of us.

I had to laugh. We were the oldest people in the room–with the most wrinkles and, surely, having the most fun. The other couples, ranging from their mid 20s to early 30s, looked taxed and bored. Surely, they weren’t as grateful as we were for the miracle of finding the right person to share your life.

But then again, maybe I’m just biased. Because when I’m with Dan, I can’t imagine anybody being as happy as we are.

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