You know, it’s not every day you get married. Some people only do it once their entire life. Others, not even once. So it’s with gratitude that I post today’s 3F3, from the day Dom and I tied the knot. I remember…
The year is 2018. I’m 38 years old.
Dom and I were already family before we said I do. We had dated for several years, lived together, were engaged, and even had out little Matador already. A wedding was just a formality, though an important one.
I feel like I’ve already gushed enough about how lucky I am to have Dom in my life, and telling you about what it meant to be able to commit to her in front of our friends and family would just be rehashing what you already know.
So I’ll just say this: relationships are about commitment. With each step we took together, there was always an out. We could have broken up, she could have moved out… But getting married was us saying we don’t want to live in a world with outs.
We had our family: our home, our dogs, our son.
The only thing left to do was choose each other for as long as humanly possible.
So we did.