Wedding Blog

I just returned from City Hall where Mr. Peony and I had met during our respective lunch breaks to obtain our marriage license.

The process was relatively painless. $35 money order? Check. IDs? Check. We had both brought our passports, he his birth certificate, and I my naturalization certificate, but there was no need for those - our driver’s licenses were just fine.

While filling out the application with our stats, Mr. Peony noticed a field I had skimmed over. A field next to the “Name” section: the “A.K.A.” field.

Mr. P: Why didn’t you tell me there’s an A.K.A. field?!?

Miss P: Err…I didn’t know?

Mr. P: (after a moment of silence) That…is….so…cool…

I then recognized the look on his face. The mischievous, goofy grin that is a harbinger of silly, often immature trouble.

Miss P: Don’t even think about it!

Mr. P: But babe! Think of what I can put there! The possibilities!

In the end, we left both A.K.A. fields blank. Walking out of the building, I asked him what he would’ve written.

Mr. P: I don’t know. I would need an entire day to think about it, at least. Even if you had let me, I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything there, on the spot. The pressure was just too great.

Miss P: You’re such a dork. I can’t believe I’m marrying you.

Mr. P: I know! Isn’t it awesome?!?