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Ta da! We got our marriage license!!!!
The process itself was very easy. We simply showed up,
provided some identification, filled out a form, and swore an oath. After we
forked over the cash, we were presented with the lovely piece of paper pictured
above.
Now all we have to do is have the Rabbi sign it and send it back. Afterwards, we can pay to get certified copies so I can get the ball rolling on changing my last name. Easy peasy lemon squeezey!
Unless you’re gay. That’s right, folks! I live in the grand
state of Georgia, where same-sex marriage is FAR from legal. At the risk of
ruffling some feathers, I’ll go right ahead and say that I think it’s sad that
same-sex couples don’t have the right to marry.
And this, my dear hive, is why I intend to follow this bride’sexample and write a letter to the powers that be, letting them know exactly how
I feel about blatant exclusion and discrimination.
Completely unrelated aside: Did anyone notice that we got our marriage
license on Harry Potter’s birthday? Would you judge me if I were to say that
this was not a coincidence at all? What if I told you that our wedding date is
also the same day that Hogwarts students start school?
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