Eight years ago today, we flew to Vegas anyway, despite what had just happened with airplanes and the fear people felt about traveling. We’d made plans and had tickets; we elected not to change.

Eight years ago today, we had massages at the hotel and got dressed and you warned me not to get lost.

I got lost in the casino anyway.

I also got turned around the right way, and found the chapel.

Eight years ago today, we held hands and said, “I do” and had the best ceremony ever, with just my parents there to witness, and then we went to watch jousting at Excalibur.

Best decision I ever made. I love you.