Four years ago today, a very dapper crowd pelted us with tiny-tiny, cocoa-sized marshmallows and then was rewarded with champagne for their efforts. There was also much dancing. And cake. And candy. And sparklers.
I’m swiftly made sentimental by any public declarations of love and commitment (especially when champagne is involved). No surprise, then, that I’m made even more sentimental remembering our own. To love, I say: to love. (And of course: to my wife.)