Hi everyone! We’re staying in Albany, NY tonight and we are officially married.

We’ve been through New Jersey, a vegetable oil spill (in the trailer kitchen after bumpy road), milky spills, some puppy spills–but now we’re all tucked in. And Ruby and I are married.

It’s hard to write about what marriage is. Regardless of a legal debate or a political battle.

Marriage is a many-colored flag. Marriage is certainly not a settled thing. And yet, its the language of settledness. It has a specific emotional gravity.

Yesterday, I walked into a travel plaza and saw an ice cream booth. I thought, If I get that and don’t get one for Ruby, she’ll be mad. But I could get her some and she’d be surprised and happy.

You won’t get the right flavor.

I know, I know. It’s chocolate yes, but only milk chocolate. No soft chunks, those are gross. Not usually fruity, though. Fruity is anti-climactic. Toffee and caramel are good, but only in thin ribbons. Mint chocolate chip. No, chocolate rule. Rocky Road. Marshmallow rule? Peach. No. Vanilla. No. Birthday Cake? Interesting dilemma, texture rule? Reeses mash? Peanut Butter trumps. Yes. Reeses mash. And I love that flavor.

I’m not sure there’s a rhetorical path here, but that’s marriage. That’s it, folks! And, it’s pretty awesome.

In fact, it’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I gave myself to someone, and I really dig her. She knows all the stuff I don’t. And she’s so cute. I love getting to hang out with her, and be married with her–it’s like Magnum PI married Angelina Jolie, and they had like a quiet, happy marriage in Portland, OR for 50 years.

We’re the best.

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