We Got Married 2014 Here

2014 was the year of selfies (Oxford’s word of the year), of the Ice Bucket Challenge, of the last big push before smartphones became everything. But in our small bubble, it was the year of moving boxes and mismatched furniture, of learning that toothpaste tubes have a correct way to be squeezed (hers) and an incorrect way (mine). We were young enough to think love was enough, and old enough to know it would have to be.

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We said “I do” before the world went sideways—before 2016’s shockwaves, before 2020’s silences. We didn’t know we were getting married in a kind of golden hour of ordinary peace. We just knew we were tired of long-distance goodbyes. 2014 was the year of selfies (Oxford’s word

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Ten years later, that 2014 wedding feels like a different life. The flowers have long since dried. The dress is preserved in a box. But the marriage—that strange, stubborn, beautiful thing—is still unfolding. We still argue about the toothpaste. We still dance in the kitchen, though the steps have slowed. And every now then, one of us will look at the other and say, Can you believe it? 2014.

We got married in 2014. That year, the world was spinning to different tunes— Happy by Pharrell, All of Me by John Legend—but for us, the soundtrack was simpler: the clink of glasses, the nervous laugh during vows, the shuffle of shoes on a dance floor still wet from an afternoon rain.