No Regrets

Today is Ron and my 18th anniversary. Yeah, I know, it's also Valentine's Day. It just worked out that way. We weren't one of those couples that stood barefoot with flower halos in a big group down by the river to say our I-do's. Nor did we stand in a church, wearing tux and veil in front of friends and family to exchange vows. We were much more mundane . We simply slipped off by ourselves to a near-by small town courthouse, signed some papers, and got hitched. Then we dropped by a mom-and-pop barbecue restaurant for lunch. We were back home in plenty of time to pick PhillyTwo up from school. There were no pictures to commemorate the occasion. No wedding gifts. No cake. Would I do it any differently, if I could? I don't think so. The no-frills approach suited us. Our investment was in the marriage, not in the wedding.