We were clueless.
This year we were determined not to forget our big day and started celebrating early. Over the weekend we had dinner out. We listened to records. We went to The Container Store to get Lego storage supplies. We shared a sandwich. We walked the dogs. We hung out with Bob. We held hands. Our version of romance.
Today I will recall the Friday afternoon, seven years ago, that we eloped to Las Vegas and started our new life as Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg. It was an excellent day. I remember it well.