For this blog post I chose a picture taken the day I got married. It was a cool, cloudy November day and my then fiancé and I had driven to the Montgomery courthouse with her family and my mom. We took the picture after the ceremony while walking down the sidewalk back to our cars. The sidewalk we're standing on is slightly dirty with a few leaves strewn about, and there are trees and hedges sitting on beds of pine straw along the brick buildings behind us.
I'm wearing my dark blue Air Force dress uniform, facing the camera with my left arm around her waist. She's wearing her white wedding dress with matching sandals and a gold hair clip, has her hands on my chest and is looking to her left side. The hand I've got on her waist is still awkwardly holding the envelope containing our marriage certificate and other documents because the picture was taken impromptu. Her right foot is perpendicular to the sidewalk with her knee bent at a slight angle. My right leg is doing the same sort of thing but to a smaller extent.
Of course the wedding was significant, but it didn't feel like anything really changed. Although we had only been together for six months, we had known almost from the start that this was what we wanted. The question actually came up while we were talking about our plans to save up and buy a house together, which would be much easier if we got married since the military would pay me more. One month after the picture, she got herself a job as a web developer at the Beasley-Allen law firm in Montgomery, and together we managed to save up a little over $30,000 before I separated from the military in January 2018.
This picture was taken close to two years ago on the 23rd of November, 2016. In December 2017, we finally bought a house and had her two sisters move in with us. Things are going great and we're still disgustingly in love.
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