That's Amore...

"When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore"

When you have six weddings come in your office in a two-hour time frame
That's amore!

The second verse was my own little version.

I never know how many weddings we'll have on Valentine's Day. One year, we had around thirty. The next, three. Today, we had six. You have to love the silly, romantic fools that rush to the courthouse to get married on Valentine's Day :)

Last year, on Valentine's Day, I wrote about an older couple that came in to get married, and how sweet it was to see. It warmed my heart. It made me smile. This year, I'm going in the opposite direction.

Today a magistrate and myself had a case of, "Oh holy hell, what do we do?"
Here's the story: I was filling out a marriage license, when I recognized the groom's name. Sure enough, I knew the kid. Well, he's not a kid, he's 24. I don't know him as well as I know his parents. The groom grew up with my nephews, and his parents are very good friends of my brother-in-law and sister-in-law. I've been around him and his family for many years. AND--the groom and his parents live next door to one of the magistrates that serve on Fiscal Court. Yes, the plot thickens. I finished the marriage license, and asked my friend, the magistrate, "Isn't that so-and-so's son?"

"Well, yes. Yes, it is!"

Oh, crap. Where are his parents? Do they even know he's here to get married? What do we do? Luckily, my magistrate-friend was not the magistrate that was to perform the wedding!

The look on the groom's face when he saw his next door neighbor standing in the court room was priceless. The poor thing looked as if he was going to puke. And, I can't say that I blame him. Here he's being sneaky and getting married without telling his parents, and there's his neighbor. Wow, small world. Even smaller world that the lady filling out your marriage license knows your parents, too!

He begged, and I mean begged for his neighbor not to tell his parents. The magistrates are not clergy, they aren't sworn to keep information to themselves. I think the conversation ended with the magistrate giving him two days to tell his parents, and then the secret was out. They've been neighbors and friends for many, many years and I understand not wanting to damage that.

I hope he comes clean with his parents before they hear it via the grapevine, or worse yet, read it Sunday's paper.

I guess love makes you do crazy things.

That's Amore---