Our anniversary

Seven years ago today Nancy and I were married. It was a simple church ceremony on a tuesday evening at the First Presbyterian Church in Glen Ellyn, Illinois, with only immediate family present, including my sister, Dawn, who had introduced us four years earlier. When I think of what Nancy has meant to me these years, I should be able to manage a few eloquent phrases, but only clichés come to mind: "love of my life," "one in a million," "my heart's desire." Trouble is, all the clichés are accurate.

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