Fifteen years ago yesterday, I put a ring on
a young man’s finger, and received a ring in return. This beautiful, amazing
man and I promised to love each other until death do us part. Only God was our witness. We stood there
trembling from cold on a deserted, freezing, windy beach in Oostende at sunset,
made a toast to our eternal happiness (a 1986 Margaux, served way too cold) and
proceeded to a small, cozy, fireplace equipped restaurant that served dark
beer, fresh paté and warm wine.
We were officially married later
in a courthouse halfway across the world (after we managed to save up money for tickets), but this day – 11-11-97 – is the day
that is etched into our rings, hearts and minds forever, as the day we said, "I do."
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