This morning we got dressed up and took the train down to City Hall where we found my parents and brother already in line. And we joined hundreds of other brides and grooms and waited for our number to be announced and show up on a screen in a large waiting hall. We signed a paper, and then a little later, got a private service with an officiant and both our families.
And then suddenly, married! We walked around lower Manhattan for bit, gazed into the 9/11 Memorial, talking with different family members as we walked. Had lunch at Cafe China in Midtown, then cakes at Lady M in Bryant Park, pictures in front of the New York Public Library, and then train back to Queens for a beverage run.
And then dinner at an Indian Restaurant in Bayside. Driving through Korean and Chinese neighborhoods back to the train station and back to our apartment, somehow different and yet the same than this morning. A magical immunity seems to surround us. How many feelings exist in a life?
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