Jesse and I spoke about marriage every now and then, but we often came to the conclusion that it really was just a piece of certified legal paper and that our love and commitment to each other was beyond some bullshit legal certification.
Three months into my pregnancy with Maya...
I was laying in bed after I came home from work and I was exhausted. Jesse came home after a little while and got in bed with me and snuggled.
Jesse: babe...will you marry me?
Me (eyes closed...thinking he's being silly): depends on the ring you'll put on my finger.
He pulls out a box from his pocket.
Jesse: will this do?
Me: (silence) (speechless)
The ring was stunning, but the fact that he was seriously proposing marriage, ring and all....
And, after a few seconds...
Me: SHUT UP!!!
And then we both squealed.
I did most of the squealing.
Jesse kissing my belly, "Maya Rose, your parents are engaged!"
Called Isis to come in quick...
More squealing from Isis ensued.
Then a few months later, when I was around five months pregnant...
as part of our random conversation...
Jesse: we should get married babe
Jesse: this weekend?
Me: ummm...where? Vegas? Oooh...Elvis? Or some place closer maybe...
Jesse: sure? really baby?
Me: yeah babe...really really.
More squealing....and crying and some more squealing.
We didn't even tell our parents. Isis was in Texas with the grandparents.
See...I told you earlier.
We acted like bloody teenagers when she was visiting grandparents.
We got one of those chapel packages. I got myself a lovely purple dress that had room for my growing belly. We went shopping for Jesse's ensemble in Reno a few hours before the limo arrived to pick us up.
He was such a diva.
I picked my dress online in under thirty minutes and got the express shipping option.
My dress arrived the day before we left to Reno.
Jesse took around two hours at the men's wearhouse.
His tie matched the purple in my dress.
I must admit...we both looked damn good!
We were driven to the courthouse first where we signed our names in front of this lady who raised her eyebrow and asked, "well...are you both sure?"
We laughed and said "yes!!!"
Then we were driven to this place that looked like a regular building from the outside. Inside was plastic arches and pillars with fake flowers everywhere. We then were introduced to a priest dude who was pretty cool and then there was a lady who took our pictures under the plastic arches.
We laughed and loved every bit of it.
We both had written our own vows before hand.
We were married once we read them to each other and then priest dude gave his own shpeel about marriage, which was actually kinda sweet, and then pronounced us husband and wife.
It was perfect.
It was so very perfect.
And for some reason...it was all the more special because it was just the two of us.
And Maya in the belly.
But we won't count her since Isis will feel left out.
We love our families, but this was about Jesse and me...our moment, our love, and our commitment to each other.
Writing our own special vows, reading it to each other under the plastic arches with fake flowers in the presence of awesome priest dude, made getting the aforementioned bullshit legal certification momentous and unforgettable.
I am proud and honored to be your wife.
I love you Jesse Lee Schneider Phelps.
And hey...Jesse won the money that we spent on our wedding package later that night at the slot machines.