Twenty-five years ago it was a Saturday ceremony at the Indian Hill Church where Susan and I declared our vows to each other. It was a sunny day and a joyous celebration. Then it was off to Jekyll Island for a honeymoon retreat.
So today marks "a quarter century" of love - the silver anniversary. We will celebrate virtually as Susan and Jenna are in Florida (on Jenna's spring break) and Ellen and I are "holding the fort" in Cincinnati. But Friday evening will be a celebration of dinner and ballet (The Prodigal Son) to commemorate the occasion.
“Love seems swiftest, but it is the slowest of growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.”