And she’s a writer with a Ph.D., you say? You’d think she could be a little more clear.
The title of this post may sound confusing.
The photos are perfectly legal.
We paid for a professional photographer to take pictures of our illegal wedding.
Does that clear things up for you?
No?
Phil and I couldn’t legally get married because of a clause in my divorce settlement that prohibits me from marrying until I’m 67, which is about 10 years away.
Get my best sweat suit outfit and a justice of the peace. It’s my 67th birthday and I’m having a wedding cake tonight!
So, true lovers that we are, we decided to get illegally hitched at something we called a “commitment ceremony” way back in September.
With the big move across country and the new book coming out, I kind of forgot to show you the pictures.
Sorry.
Well, here they are.
Before the event began, we thought we’d sit and look pretty for the camera.
The scenic backdrop for out illegal shindig.
Taken after we said our illicit vows. I think I’m going to nickname Phil “The Big Dipper.”
Love was definitely in the air. Illegal or not!
Dancing with my guy…
Dancing with my younger sister…I’m the Devil in the Blue Dress.
Me with my mom and sisters
Me with Alex, the child who made it through my bumbling parenting.
The song we selected as “Our Song” was by Jim Croce: “Time in a Bottle.”
My mom, bless her heart, bought this votive candle holder for me a couple of years ago, thinking about how happy I am to be with the man of my dreams.
Remember, we’re both technically single still and up for grabs.
