I don't know how to write about today without making it smaller or larger
than what it was. It was important, and yet it was normal and natural.
Today we made governments recognize what's been going on with us all along.
Wlofie and I had the marriage ceremony today.
It was small and brief, in a basement office in the City Hall. The
officiant was a very nice lady, and the witness they provided even nicer. I
didn't understand most of the repartee before and after the ceremony, but
Wlofie translated the proceedings for me. I held his hand and gazed into
his eyes.
It was hot for them in there, probably in the neighborhood of 80 degrees,
which is not a good temperature for preserving Scandinavians.
We might go to Oslo to visit a friend, who phoned us not ten minutes after
the ceremony. Her timing is impeccable.
I don't feel any different. Wlofie does. I don't see
either as a good thing or a bad thing, just a different thing. I tell you
what, though. I love him very much and am extremely proud of him, and proud
of our family.
