The DMV.

Over the weekend Josh and I went back to our home town to visit with our families and celebrate our nephews first birthday. Since we are living 3 hours from there and we don’t have a permanent address of our own, all of the “newly married errands” have to get done when we are in town.

This weekend was no exception and bright and early Saturday morning Josh and I trekked out to the DMV. My social security card had finally arrived with my new name so I needed to get my license updated as well.

When we walked in the typical crowd was already waiting, young people preparing for their first drivers test, and the older group getting theirs renewed.

Also typical of the DMV, our wait was ridiculous. When we arrived and selected our number we realized that there were 20 people ahead of us. Awesome. Who doesn’t love spending forever at the DMV?

Almost two hours later, my number was called and I bee-lined for the desk. The process was so FAST for me. It probably took 4 minutes total between me getting to the desk and having my new license in hand.

I felt like a kid in a candy store getting to walk out of the DMV, and I was so excited to cross this task off our to-do list.

The joke for that morning was, “True love means spending your Saturday at the DMV.” Thinking back, that joke isn’t really far off from the truth. There are going to be all kinds of things in our marriage that neither of us want to do, but because we love each other, we are going to tackle them together. 

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