On this day, a mere eleven years ago, Sweet Babou and I were pronounced man and wife. Marrying him remains the best decision I have ever made. Here is the happy couple, kneeling at the alter like good Episcopalians:
I was expressing reverent gratitude to the Almighty for the wonderful man who was now my lawful wedded husband, while I suspect Sweet Babou was praying for God to have Mercy upon him in his travails. I am wearing blue because it was the traditional color of a bride’s dress in Ireland for hundreds of years, and Sweet Babou wore a full great kilt with tuxedo jacket. He has some sexy, sexy knees y’all.
We’re about to go out to dinner to celebrate, and being the domestically oriented boring people that we are the kids are coming with us. We are deeply happy with our lives together. It’s nice.
I love you with all my heart, my Sweet Babou.