Our marriage is now officially old enough to buy its own beer.
Which was not something either of us could do (...legally, anyway) back when we started dating. Or something half of us (me) could do when we got married.
(I miss that dress. And those shoes! The Dharma haircut not so much.)
21 years, several crappy apartments, even more crappy jobs, a couple massive political/religious 180s, seven moves, seven pets, nine tattoos, one beard, a few pounds and three kids later, he's still my favorite person on earth, and I'd marry him again tomorrow if I could.
But since we already did that last year, we're going to do this instead. You can take your relationship (way, WAY) out of the 90s, but I guess you can't take the 90s out of the 40-something Gen Xers who are like, SO PUMPED FOR IT.