When I was a little girl, and then a teenager, and then a young woman, I fantasized about my one-day wedding. I dreamed of a perfect prince, and a big white dress, a fancy registry, flowers, candles, with beloved friends and family all dressed to match the occasion. A fairy-tale.
By the time I was 30, I had been…around the block. Twice engaged, but never married. By the time I was 30, I had personally been involved with the planning of, preparations for and stood in the wedding party of exactly 8 different weddings, all of them big affairs.
I was SO OVER weddings, by the time I was 30.
I first met my hubby when I was 31. We were long-distance friends, then long-distance romancers. Early on in our courtship, when I already knew I was going to marry him, we were sitting in Starbucks one Saturday afternoon when I casually mentioned that if we ever got married, I didn’t want a big wedding. Diamonds, yes. Big, expensive party that I wouldn’t really enjoy? No. He just smiled and said, “Okay,” which is when I knew that he also already knew he was going to marry me.

Fast forward. I was 32, and we were ready to tie the knot. We got engaged. We decided to do the deed in Las Vegas. I was living in FL, and he was still living in CA at that time. We planned to get married on New Year’s eve, 2004. I found out how and where to get our licenses, booked a chapel and a photographer, bought a dress to wear. I invited a couple of friends from L.A. who were to keep it completely quiet because neither of us had invited our families. I so did not want to make it a big deal – and it would have become a big deal quickly if they were there.
I flew out to L.A. a few days before our wedding, and we had a great time together. I met some of his family,

he met some of mine. 
We packed up and drove to Vegas on the 30th. The idea was that we’d drive straight to the county office, get our license, then check in to the hotel and go do the deed at the chapel the next day. We were expecting a huge crowd, and a wait of hours, with all the rush of crazy people like us, getting married on New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas. I remember sitting in his truck on our way across the desert, thinking… feeling… that I was so comfortable with this man. That I was so happy we’d found each other. I felt like I belonged with him. That putting on that dress I bought and his putting on a suit was so unnecessary for us – it felt like we were going to go play dress-ups for a little while, and then start our life. He smiled over at me, and took my hand. I didn’t say anything to him, the thought blew right out the window, and I fell asleep until we hit the Boulevard.
The line for marriage licenses was wrapped around the block. We joined it, and enjoyed the time talking and listening to the conversations of the people around us. We were grinning from ear to ear the whole time, so happy that we were getting married to each other, and that we’d chosen to go off and do it on our own terms, just the simple, uneventful way we wanted to. Eventually, we made our way inside and got the license. As we left, Garett wondered aloud where the courthouse was. I said, “Just look for another really long line!” We’d been told earlier that we could have a civil ceremony at the courthouse, but that it would be a few hours wait at least. We decided to check it out.
We found the building – but there was no line! We went inside to see if it could be true – and it was! No line! They were expecting their huge rush on the 31st – just a few hours from that moment, they said, there would be hundreds and hundreds of people waiting for a ceremony.
I said, “Garett. Let’s just do it! Want to?”
A giggle escaped. I couldn't contain it.
He said, “What about the chapel? What about your dress?”
“I don’t care about the dress. I can cancel everything. If you want to, we’ll keep our original plan, but we could just do it now, and then just… have fun until we have to go home!”
He looked at me, laughed, and took my hand, leading us back inside the courthouse.
We said our vows standing before a judge in her office, in our jeans and t-shirts. A really nice security guard named Henry was our witness. We couldn’t stop grinning/giggling/crying the whole time. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was us!
And then we had a great New Years Eve as husband and wife, without worries and with our whole life ahead of us.