The day we said I do

A few of might wonder why Denmark well let me tell you my darlings getting married in Germany is not easy for international couples, especially when one of them comes from Albania. Let me talk logistics and share my frustration with you; to get married in Germany one need an Ehefähigkeitszeugnis (certificate of no impediment) and according to Albanian wedding legislature the non-Albanian citizen needs a birth certificate from his home country, translated, apostilled in the Albanian embassy, then open a legal procedure in Albania which lasts 3 weeks. If you are skeptic about my complains, well this absurd birth certificate has to be only one month old and M. comes from Russia for God’s sake.

That my darlings left us no choice but head to Copenhagen, aka the Las Vegas of Europe. The ceremony lasted only 4 min, very industrialized; nevertheless it felt wonderful all the same. We felt so honored for the fact that few friends managed to fly to Copenhagen and make the day special.

The day we got married a gay parade took place in Copenhagen city; the streets were filled with love and happiness. People would stop us on the road to give their congratulations and best wishes. When back to Germany our friends would ask;

Does it feel any different?

Well NO; Exclude the fact that we were the center of attention for a day, the warm smiles we got from strangers, that ‘‘last coffee as single’’ epiphany moment at a hidden corner of Starbucks and all the things thereafter we first did as a married couple. These beautiful memories gift me with a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest and in a way yeah it does feel different.

I indulged myself with this beautiful The Kooples dress a while ago with the thought that even my daughter can wear it (this is how I justify expensive buys) and honestly I didn’t see the point of buying a white dress.

I hope you all are in good health. My days for the next two weeks are filled with DIY projects, wedding planning and thesis writing.

Love,

T.