Some days you remember vividly.  Some days you can’t remember what you ate for lunch.  Well, I still remember ten years ago today from start to finish.  It was a great day.  The day I pledged the rest of my life to Marcia and we started to build our family.

It is amazing how much energy I had that morning.  Marcia spent the night at Joan’s so I was home alone.  I ran a bunch of errands, dogs to get beautified for pictures, pick up and deliver some of the flowers, etc.  Then off to my folks to get ready with the boys.

I remember the conversations in the back of the church with Whatley and Duke Fries.  I think George was more nervous than me (probably because he blew his load the night before).  And then Marcia arrived and we spent the rest of the evening together, in front of everyone that we knew.  It was grand.  That is the best word to describe our wedding, grand.

I remember the little things too.  11:30, giving the hotel grief because they didn’t have a room for David Kennedy.  “Call Jenny B!  Do you know how much I paid for this wedding?!”  Incidentally, the room was listed under Marcia Russo.

But I digress.  There have been many days in my life.  None have been more significant than this one.  We were young.  We did not have it all figured out.  We still don’t.  But we knew one thing.  We could do it together.  And we have.  And we continue to.  And for that I am blessed.  And for that I am secure.

And I am most certainly happy.

Our 10 year anniversary was supposed to be a return to Hawaii.  It didn’t work out that way.  But I don’t care.  We’ve got a better present…