Andreas and I signing our marriage license three ( did I just type three years…??) years ago today.

The goofy looking guy next to me is the judge that married us.  He was such a nut!  But a good nut. He kept laughing which made me even more nervous, his house was painted mint green, and we were surrounded by thousands of little cherub figurines while he performed the ceremony.  I guess we could have been married in front of the court house, not sure why we didn’t (who doesn’t want to be able to say we got married in front of the courthouse??) It was such a sereal day – my dad had flown in from Geneva for the occasion, we went to the judges house and got hitched, and then went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner.  We call this wedding number one – the summer of 2006 included three wedding: legal wedding, Norway wedding, and Kansas City. If you were to ask Andreas or I when we technically felt married, it was after the Norway wedding. The legal marriage was for the darn (choice word here) INS and so he wouldn’t have to return to Norway.  No flowers, cards, or romantic getaways planned for today. Last year we went a grabbed a piece of cheesecake – I think that might be the perfect way to celebrate from here on out – with cheesecake.  Looking back getting legally married was one of the best decision we made.  Even though: we had just become engaged the week prior (didn’t I mention that?) or the fact that I had yet to meet his parents (forgot to add that little tid bit as well). But all is well and we have hit the half way mark to five years….crazy!!