As I glance at the photo of our wedding, I say to Burt “That was the best day of my life.”
It was, but actually, nearly all of the nearly 12,775 days I spent with you were the best.
That day, May 1992, came after two years of getting-to-know-yous and adjustments.
It was a life altering 730 days that lead to the moment when we exchanged I dos.
The committment was already made somewhere around day 151, I would guess. Maybe a little earlier for one or the other of us, but we were there. All in, I’d say.
So in May we confirmed and we certified. The day itself was a fog of disassociated happiness for me –one I only vaguely remember.
But, we’ve got pix and a ketubeh and some marriage certificates!
this is our life 