Raise Your Right Hand and Repeat After Me: 16 Days to Go

We went and got our marriage license today.  When the woman at the counter told us to sign the form and raise our right hand, we both thought she was joking.  She clarified "seriously, raise your right hand."  We had to comply and swear that the information we provided was true and that we loooove each other (actually they don't care so much about that last part, just that you have an ID and know your mother's maiden name, for the sanctity of it all).  Like so many of these experiences lately we had to stop and remind ourselves that for the rest of our lives, we will never again do what we did today.