❤️ “We Didn’t Need a License, But We Got One Anyway — Fourteen Years and Counting”

💍 Fourteen Years Ago

The year was 2011 — May 9th, to be exact. Rick had just finished carpet cleaning (because nothing says romance like wet vac and soap suds), and after a quick shower, he popped into the kitchen and asked, “You ready to go?”

I was. I’d already had my shower, put on my “courthouse chic,” and off we went.

Three days earlier, we’d stood at that same courthouse to get our marriage license. Now here we were, back to make it official.

Now, Rick had asked me to marry him more than once. And every time, I said, “No thanks — you don’t need a license to drive the car, and we hadn’t had any accidents so far.” I figured, why mess with something that was running just fine?

But this time, Rick came in with his A-game.

He said, “Well, honey, your cancer treatments won’t be covered unless we’re married.”

Boom. Nailed it.

Little did we know, my insurance would’ve covered it all anyway — but hey, here we are, fourteen years later!

And that’s Rick for you — always thinking of me, always trying to help in his own way. I’m sure I don’t show my appreciation nearly enough, but I do love that man.

So happy anniversary, old man — from your old lady.

What did you expect, some sentimental rhetoric? Here’s to fourteen years of love, laughter, and a whole lot of carpet cleaner.

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💬 Wanda-ism

👉 “Marriage tip: You don’t need a license to drive each other crazy… but it makes it legal!”