It has been ten years since Mark and I exchanged our vows.
The night of the rehearsal dinner, Mark’s friends took him out to the Sierra Room for cigars and drinks. They asked him, “what do you think Tash is doing right now?” Mark said, “She’s probably half-way to Chicago. I shouldn’t have given her the good car.”
My cold feet with getting married had nothing to do with Mark and me in 1998. It was the subsequent years I was worried about. Would we stay compatible for the long haul?
I needn’t have worried.
I haven’t been married to Mark for a decade. I’ve been married to a series of men who look quite a bit like him, but never quite the same.
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Through all our life changes, Mark has remained so dog-gone easy to love, I can’t imagine I ever had cold feet. Now me on the other hand…easy to love? I’m not so sure on that one.
Good thing he had the crappy car.