Anniversary...

January 11. It was on this day, several years ago that we were married. In Las Vegas. Not in a cheesy Elvis-type room. But in a chapel by a fellow called Father Dan. Neither Sheryl or I are especially religious: she was brought up in pseudo-Jewish home and me in a kinda Presbyterian environment. Two very good friends from Detroit stood up with us, Deb and Frank Nash.
It was a great day. An hour before the service (the Platinimum package, I believe), we were on a roller coaster flying through the newly-opened New York, New York, laughing and screaming out loud. A short time later, dressed in our finery, I cried a tear or two as we said our vows.
To mark the occasion, we have an album of photographs, tickets from a Siegfried and Roy Show and a video of the complete ceremony -- including opening scenes of pirates storming a galleon on the high seas.
Our lives have changed over the years, but this date remains, a celebration, albeit low key, of our union.
Coincidentally this date also markes the birthdate of our youngest niece, Samantha (Sammy) McKee.