Friday, December 9th, 2005

I’d just like to commemorate that 16 years ago today it was a cold north Georgia Saturday, with snow falling intermittently… and a lot of special people in our lives traveled from the midwest, from California, from Seattle, from North Carolina to hold hands and watch Sammy and I exchange some important promises in our living room—and then we went to an art gallery in Buckhead and listened to Bob Page play the piano and talked and laughed and toasted and danced into the night.

And then we locked ourselves out of our house and had to pound on a sleeping Tom Burton’s door to get our spare key.

We’re lucky to still have most of those friends and family in our lives, and we’re very fortunate to have each other.