The happy couple on their honeymoon in Hawaii.

May 8, 2004 was a beautiful day.

I mean that in terms of both the weather and what happened that day.

It was the day Kathy and I got married.

It did rain that night. Maybe a metaphor for marriage? Not every day is sunshine et cetera et cetera?

But most days have been, I guess, when all is told.

I was trying to remember that day to write about it a little. Everyone says try to take it in and remember it because it goes by in a blur and that’s true…but my trouble right now with remembering that day is that it was so long ago.

I don’t remember much from 21 years ago.

I am trying to remember where I even started the day - my apartment? Did my brother come over with his tux and did we hang out before the wedding? I don’t remember.

How did I get to the church? Someone must have driven me. I don’t remember.

I remember the nice weather, some of the limo bus ride to the picture-taking and then the reception.

I have snippets of memories of all of our favorite people at the reception.

It was a morning ceremony, an afternoon reception, and then there was an evening hang at the hotel where a lot of my family was staying.

Kathy and I were there for some of that but we had an early morning flight to Hawaii and had to do some packing.

I remember my dad driving us back to our apartment in the pouring rain. (He’d be back early the next morning to take us to the airport.)

I remember some of Hawaii. I remember stopping in Arizona on the way out for a Mets-Diamondbacks game. (Funny, because the Mets were at the Diamondbacks for three games to start this week in 2025.)

Now here Kathy and I are on the verge of having two kids in high school with another in college.

Every year for our anniversary I added a page to a scrapbook with pictures showing highlights from the year.

Last year I decided it would be the last one - 20 years seemed like as good a stopping point as any.

Turns out this year had a lot of highlights that would have made a nice scrapbook page.

But all good things must come to an end. I wasn’t confident I could keep doing the scrapbook forever.

Because I am confident that’s how long Kathy and I will be together.