It’s official. It was eleven years ago this evening that two men stood at the end of a pier at Penn’s Landing in Philadelphia, and in front of two witnesses and a passing boatload of Marines, Earl and I exchanged our vows and made our commitment ’til death do us part.
It was a beautiful moment.
And no one fell in the Delaware River.
Looking back at those 28 and 36 year olds, we didn’t really know a lot about each other, but we both knew we knew enough. And we were right.
I wouldn’t trade one second of the past eleven years for anything else. It’s all good.
