Twenty years ago, this evening, Phenom and I found ourselves driving around, lost, in a small southern town known for their "quickie" weddings. This was before the days of interwebs and gps, so we just had a vague notion of what we were looking for; a roller rink converted into a wedding chapel. We couldn't find it, and we were too shy to stop and ask, so we figured it was a sign from God, and turned around to go home. And, BOOM! we found it.
We split the cost of the marriage license evenly. They checked my ID but not Phenom's. And were instructed to return in 24 hours if we still wanted to get married. We did. And, it was the best decision I ever made.
For our fancy anniversary dinner tomorrow, I'm making boeuf bourguignon, a green salad simply dressed with oil and vinegar, and mashed potatoes. For dessert a show stopper of chocolate mousse and raspberry fool parfaits.