We caravanned to one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, the Santa Barbara courthouse, and we married in the grassy lawn under the clock tower. It was perfect. We hired a photographer, and I cannot wait to see the photos. When we returned to the house a chef was in the kitchen cooking our meal. The group shared a steak and scallop meal together. My husband's father gave a great toast before dinner. We told stories. We laughed. We celebrated together.
The event felt much bigger than I intended. It was lovely. I've known my husband for a decade. We had a big fat gay wedding in 2006, and getting the legal part of our wedding was important to me, but I didn't think it would hit me like it did. It was amazing. We are legally married. Our relationship is equal to, not less than, your marriage.
We are married! Legally. It's still amazing to me.
My husband and I are two of the luckiest people.