I’m sitting outside of the mansion at Marymoor Park (free wifi in the municipal park system, how cool is that?), taking a quick breather from the festivities inside at Sheri and Steve’s wedding. The dining hall is a little short on oxygen and a bit high in decibels right now. Problem is, I’m missing the toasts, which probably makes me a bit of an asshole. Oh, well; it’s cool and peaceful out here.

Margaret and I have attended the weddings of, oh, eight or ten couples in our circle, and there are two things I always come away with from them. One is a feeling of “oh, shit, we should have done [whatever cool treat, decoration or ritual] at our wedding!”. The other is a further reinforcement, or reaffirmation, that meeting and marrying Margaret was the best, I mean the very best, thing that ever happened to me.

Congratulations, Sheri and Steve; may you treasure each other as much as Margaret and I do. Um, treaure. Um, each other. 😉