Wow - we're old. When you can count in decades....you're officially old. And yet I don't feel it.....

10 years ago, we thought we got married - at the Wren Chapel at William and Mary. I say *thought* - because between the best man (Jim's dad) and the minister (the late, lamented Larry - may he be reenacting some really cool historical event in heaven) - they managed to fill the certificate out so wrong that when we returned from our two week long honeymoon, we found that we weren't actually married...

Three weeks after our wedding day - the assistant clerk of court in Williamsburg signed the papers (after much use of Mike Nesmith's legacy of Liquid Paper and some fast FedEx-ing) and we were legal. So we have two anniversaries - which is useful if we have two really cool restaurants we want to visit for special occasions.

But - in honour of the day that our friends and family stood up for us - and especially in honour of the day that both Jim and my dad wore tuxedoes....we officially celebrate the 17th of August.

I wish all of our friends could be so happy. I know that some of you are hurting tonight - reeling from injustices and grief. I wish that we could do something...

It's not much - but we send our thoughts and our love. For always.