The fourth of April is an important day for my partner, Christopher, and me. It’s when we had our first date last year, in a Spanish restaurant in New York’s Washington Heights. We’d been chatting online, assessing each other and asking questions. When we met, I knew immediately that he was different. It was love at first sight. He’s a wonderful guy, sincere and attentive. It’s miraculous in some ways: Christopher is Chilean and only intended to come as a tourist, then we met and decided we have something special. We got married exactly a year to the day after we met.
Our wedding at the Manhattan Marriage Bureau in City Hall, which is near the other New York courthouses, was supposed to be small and secretive, but it turned out to be more of a public event.
