We had friends there, sitting at that long table, me in a little sand-colored skirt in an age before blogs and digital cameras, no evidence of that long ago warm summer evening, except for what I hope to remember long after youth leaves me.
I'm okay with that.
I knew he was the one for me, even as a naive bride. I knew he was the one for me, even before I had any idea how right we were for each other.
I'm just thankful I had the sense to say 'I do'.
Sometimes I get it right.
Happy anniversary, Gregor. I love you.