Exactly ten years ago today, I did the best thing I ever did. That's the day I married the warm, witty, wonderful █████ ███████. There are plenty of things I would do over in my life if I could, but if not doing them meant switching over to some alternate timestream never reaching that best moment ever, well, I'd do every one of those stupid things again, just so I could get to that one smartest, best thing. I've written elsewhere about how █████ and I met and started dating. I'm not sure I've written about how our wedding came to be aired on the Travel Channel, but that's a story I'll tell another day. All I really want to say today is that I could not be more fortunate than to be charging headlong into the future with the smart, funny, beautiful partner that I have. She keeps treating each new year as an adventure, and she keeps pushing me to do the same. And I'll tell you what else—there's no one I'd rather be stranded without a visa at the Egyptian border with.
Often when we're listening to the news in the morning and they're running an obituary and people are talking about what a wonderful, selfless person the deceased was, █████ will say, "If I die, don't sugarcoat anything. Tell the radio, 'She could be a real bitch sometimes.'" Well, I look forward to another umpteen decades of hearing █████ say that while we're listening to an obituary on the radio. And me saying back, "You know, you're not that big a bitch."
She says she likes it when I'm sassy. Which is only one of the reasons I love her.
[Here are a bunch more photos from our big Las Vegas wedding.]
