On this day, ten years ago...the Mister and I were in Gibraltar.
Getting Married.
I didn't realize until about a year ago, that driving to Gibraltar, from our village in Portugal, grabbing a couple of tourist scuba divers to act as our witnesses, and tying the knot in a registrar's office...sort of qualifies as an elopement. Which is entirely hilarious to me. I suppose because, why not? We haven't exactly followed standard protocol since we met, and things are working out beautifully...so hey, I'll go with it. It's good to have a story to tell anyway, wouldn't you say?
We actually did our legal ceremony in Gibraltar because it was far too large a headache to work it out in Portugal, and the Mister is English, and Gibraltar was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from our Algarvian home. Or rather, several hours' drive in Nessie, our non-air-conditioned little motor...through temperatures that reached, I believe, 114 degrees F at one point in Spain. Ahhhh...the memories.
We celebrated with a sailboat ceremony back in Portugal, in the grottoes outside Lagos, a few weeks later.
And in the past ten years, we've had a more than a few adventures...
...we've lived in four countries...
...gone through immigration three times...
...lived in nine houses (nine?! how is this even possible?!)
...brought two kiddos into our world, and theirs...
...bought a major, and I mean major, fixer upper of a house...
...fixed up that crazy house and created a home...
...owned eight cars in four countries, most of which we named, for good luck...
...and amongst all of the ins and outs, ups and downs, and adventures of Life...
We've done a whole lot of laughing, and enjoying ourselves.
Together.
Which is the best part, really.
Happy Ten Years, Mister.
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