We managed to pull that one out of the fire after a couple of hours of racing around downtown Hendersonville, NC where we persuaded a physician we hardly knew to give us each a physical on the spot, fully clothed, in a stairwell. I believe he said “You both look pretty good to me.” and he checked off all the necessary boxes and signed his name.
Jon and I ran back to the courthouse just before closing time, snatched our license up and got hitched 48 hours later on a brilliant spring day surrounded by people we love.
Much of the seventeen years that followed have been like that Thursday afternoon. Just when it all looks one way, something else rears up and changes the landscape. And I think it’s all working out pretty fine. What a gift this man is to me.