They get married on the day that they have been in a relationship for 12.5 years. Their two sons are now at an age that they can experience it consciously. It is my honor to solemnize their marriage.
I meet the youngest six months later, when he makes circles around our block on his bicycle.
“Hello Wilma! I know your name! Do you know why?”
“Well?”
“You married my father and mother!”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of 5 July 2022
