I've written about this day before.
And, yep, one more here.
Sixty-two years ago today, my parents were wed. When I was a little girl, I would look at pictures from that day and wish I could have been there, that I could have been part of special moment in their lives. It had not yet occured to me that my entire life is part of that day.
I've grown quite satisfied with that realization.
I like to think of them, up there, and imagine them raising ice cold martinis to each other this evening in a toast, and my father thinking that at least now on this day, he doesn't have to worry about taxes today.