Today is the anniversary of my parents’ wedding. Well, their marriage, because I guess they didn’t really have a wedding. They went to a judge to get that done, and they needed two witnesses. They stepped outside and saw my mother’s niece and her then-boyfriend walking down the sidewalk. Pat and Herbert came inside and signed as witnesses (and I don’t believe either was legally an “adult”–maybe my parents’ marriage was invalid!).
A few years later, Pat and Herbert were married, too. Both couples were together until death parted them. There must have been some strong marriage magic in Winfield, Alabama.