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September 13, 2010
Does two score and one year sound longer than forty-one years? Either way, as we sip coffee together on this anniversary of our marriage, we smile forgivingly, gaze into one another's bleary yet sparkling morning eyes, kiss a little old person smooch, and wonder how the hell we made it.

In the same breath we know how we made it. Love at first sight, cared for with perspicacity, patience, persistence, which matured (as we have) into abiding love.

Celebration plans? BBQ of fresh, wild caught, Coho salmon with fresh corn-on-the-cob, bubbly, served on our own deck, within our private sanctuary.