It was eighteen years ago today that Michael and I stormed our local community theater, hung bunting and set up chairs, filled the space with friends and family, and vowed to share the rest of our lives together in our version of a boho-pseudo-Quaker wedding ceremony. My lovely friend Francine sang, a dozen other friends got up and spoke, and the Mayor of Collingdale, PA pronounced us husband and wife. Even the open septic tank and backhoe on the front lawn of the theater couldn't dim my joy.
Happy anniversary, honey. For two people who were so young and stupid, didn't we get lucky?