A decade to remember

July 7, 2001 was a Saturday. In Boston, the Red Sox beat the Atlanta Braves 3-1 at Fenway Park. A few hours later, it started raining, and drizzled most of the night. Although the forecast called for sunshine and temperatures in the 70's on Sunday, the ground was soaked from the night before.

That moved our wedding ceremony on Sunday the 8th from the lawn of the Pierce House Estate in Lincoln, Mass. to the tent we rented in front of the large mansion.. The moving of the ceremony was one of only two things that didn't go exactly (or at least as well) as planned during that incredible, magical day. There was the photographer who was an hour and a half late, but that's a whole other topic. Our rabbi conducted a service that was beyond memorable. We wrote our own vows, and in mine, along with the usual, I promised to kill bugs for my bride...she appreciated that. As I was soon to find out, P had a little surprise for me. As the reception was getting under way, she took the microphone, had me sit in a chair at the corner of the dance floor, and serenaded me with a song she had been rehearsing: Al Green's classic hit "Let's Stay Together."

The rest of the day is kind of a blur for both of us. What we both remember is that neither of us ate much on our wedding day, until we got to the hotel in downtown Boston. Then, in our split-level suite, still in our wedding clothes, we sat at a little cocktail table, discussed what had just happened, and ate really yummy leftover wedding cake, with our hands. We didn't have cutlery, we were starving, and too impatient to wait for room service at the very elegant Le Meridien (now Langham) Hotel. It was a day we both still look back to in amazed wonder, and as of Friday it was exactly ten years ago.

Ten years. We were married in what I now have to acknowledge was a completely different world. A gallon of gas cost about $1.70. The Twin Towers dominated the lower Manhattan skyline. The Red Sox hadn't won a World Series in 83 years. Cami and Harry were months away from even being conceived. This blog was years from its first post. Yeah, it was a long time ago.

One thing hasn't changed. I still say, and I still believe, that I'm the luckiest guy I know.

Happy anniversary, sweetie! I love you even more today than I did before I said "I do."