The only people we told were my Dad and my friend Patricia, who was also my matron of honor – and my boss. I needed to leave work early on Friday so we could head to Vegas. She kept our secret, as did my Dad.
On Friday April 24th we drove to Las Vegas on Friday afternoon, and headed straight to the courthouse to get our license. We wanted to be married on April 25th, exactly six months before our planned wedding on the Queen Mary. So, after obtaining our license we had a nice dinner, went back to the hotel to change our clothes for our wedding.
A little after midnight we went to the Justice of the Peace and were married at 12:30am, April 25th, 1987. I remember giggling through most of the service, especially at the “for richer or poorer” part. Richard laughed at that part too.
The weekend flew by and we had a wonderful time on our secret getaway. One memory that stands out is having dinner that night at Don the Beachcomber. They played the Hawaiian Wedding Song for us.
It was kind of fun having this secret that practically no one knew about. Although I wouldn’t have traded my fancy wedding day for anything – our secret wedding is almost more special because it was shared between just the two of us. And, here we are 22 years later – still together. And our secret isn’t such a secret anymore. Most everyone knows about it now, but we did keep it a secret for years. I love you Richard! I would do it all over again. Here’s to another 22 years – and then some.