Kyle and I had fun running around this morning - almost literally! We were working on getting our marriage licence.
Our first stop was the county court house for a copy of my birth certificate. (Yes, I was born, not hatched. Nor did I arrive on a big ship with little green aliens. Just had to clarify.) This is where we got our exercise. They didn't like my 2 inch pocket knife on my keys, so we had to walk back to the car and drop it off before entering the building. Whatever!
Then, up to another court house to get the license. After all those other shenanigans, it was actually pretty painless.
We met our pastor up there. Being from out-of-state, we both had some "homework" and wanted to make sure everything was right. Thanks Rev. G. for doing all the research and running up there with us!
After all that, we needed lunch! It's getting pretty real, isn't it honey? - GJ