Our wedding date was a coincidence; we wanted to ensure Megan’s maid of honor could (legally) drink. We had originally selected a date in late May. Our venue wasn’t available. The first Saturday they were available was June 7th.
What’s so special about June 7th?
Not much…usually. But June 7th, 2008? In American notation, that’s 06/07/’08. Your last chance to have a “sequential” date this millennium is 11/12/’13.
The date was a bonus I didn’t care much about. Even as a kid, I’d fantasized marrying the woman of my dreams.
Megan literally was. In every sense of the word. The Beatles must have had her in mind when they wrote Because: She turns me on, she makes me high, she makes me cry, more than the world, wind and sky.
It was the happiest day of my life…but so have many days spent together since. It’s a delicious paradox. Read More →