Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Twenty

1988 — a year from graduating college (late) — thought we couldn't get pregnant — honeymoon plane tickets in pocket ...


2008 — one child out of high school, one still in — good times outweigh the bad — taking the rest of it one year, one month, one day at a time ...

12 comments:

Paula said...

Congratulations! May there be a preponderance of happy times in your future.

Teacake said...

Awwww I'm all choked up. And your wife is lovely. Congratulations on twenty years, and best wishes for twenty more.

Putting up with anyone for that long is an accomplishment. She's to be congratulated. ;)

Unknown said...

Congratulations. She started out lovely and got lovelier. Dunno why she stayed with you. Maybe the kids are cute. That often does it.

Onward to Thirty, d00d.

Anonymous said...

Wow - 20 years?! Congratulations! You both look adorable in the past and present. Keep that trend going into the future, won't you?

Harry said...

Ah yes, Old Boy! I remember it well. What an interesting even it was, to be sure. (Rolls Royce, crazed redhead, curious encounter with step sister, "kidnapping" the bride with Uncle Art and Jean Lafitte, etc...) Mostly, though it was a great occasion which I am proud to have been a part of.

Congratulations, My Man! You and she have achieved great things, not least among which your fabulous progeny.

AJ said...

Happy Anniversary!

I love that sassy wedding hat she wore.

O' Tim said...

Here's to keeping the decades rolling and the fat not.

msb said...

OMG you guys are just to cute.

Anonymous said...

The charm of your wife's hat is matched only by the charm of her expression as she looks at the camera ... a bit suspicious, and a bit resentful of the intrusion.

Jodie Kash said...

The two of you have the same chin, prior and current!

tgov said...

nice! congratulations on an incredible milestone!

Steve T. said...

Ah, Harry, I remember too. We were hanging out in their hotel room with about a dozen of their friends, around mid-evening, and someone said, "So, Don, do you feel like a married man yet?"

I looked at you and said, with quote marks in my voice, "No, but if you people would leave, I might." You cracked up.

I don't think I've ever told him that.