I was standing this afternoon looking down at a print-out of our marriage license application on the wood-grain counter of the Elkhart County clerk’s office.
After verifying that neither of us were mentally ill, the clerk asked us a number of questions, starting with Marnell.
“What is your gender?”
“Where were you born?”
“Where does your father live now?”
“Your mother is still living?”
“Yes,” Marnell said.
Funny how in the throes of an exciting time, unexpected emotions can appear out of nowhere, and suddenly I am the girl whose mother died and won’t be making it to the wedding.
Funny that this happened there in the factual world of files and Bic pens, and creaking wooden floors and metal detectors, and not yesterday when the choir was singing “He Giveth More Grace”, in memory of my mom.
“Sorrows come to stretch the places in our hearts for joy”… perhaps the poet was right!
And we ended the afternoon with fish tacos…