Hard to believe that two years ago we were just getting up to deal with last-minute details, take a walk to get out some jitters, and then start getting me pretty. I remember being surprised at how calm I actually was, and how well I had slept under the circumstances, when usually anticipation of a big event is enough to keep me up til the wee hours. Not that one.

I’m finally far enough away from all the planning and stress of our wedding to really look back on how wonderful it all was and have some real nostalgia over it, instead of just being relieved that I never have to do it again. I’m not yet to the point where I wish I could go back and do it all over again, but give me a little more time. I may yet get there.

Although it’s only been two years by the calendar, in relationship years these 24 months have contained more work, tears, laughter, joy, and sorrow than many marriages contain in ten or more. That was the case even before we got married, which was a big reason why we chose to do it as soon as we did. There was never any doubt in either of our minds that this was what we wanted to do, it was just a matter of timing — which turned out to be sooner rather than later.

I’m glad it did, because it has made all the difference in the world to have spent these last two years with a true partner, someone I knew could be counted on no matter what arose. And it continues to make all the difference, here in this strange, foreign land where even the simplest conversation with a stranger is largely beyond me.

To celebrate our two years of marital bliss, we are up and at them early this morning for an appointment that will hopefully get us — at long last — Gabe’s residency card. It has taken us over two weeks just to get an appointment, which is why I say hopefully this will be all that remains in this most tedious of bureaucratic processes.

Waiting in a room of other foreigners trying to get EU residency while I hack up a lung on a regular basis… wow. What an anniversary. We sure know how to party!