Twenty years ago, my husband and I got hitched at the courthouse in Leesburg, Virginia. (Our best picture from that day is stored away somewhere, but it's one of him in the stockade out front with me standing next to him, smiling sweetly.) A year later we had a big celebration with the white dress, the wedding party and the works. But that day at the courthouse is the event that we've always considered to be the real deal, the marker of when our marriage began.
Fifty years ago, my husband's parents tied the knot! (I believe their ceremony was slightly more elegant than our snowy courthouse day.)
To celebrate their 50th, and our 20th wedding anniversaries, the four of us have chartered a riverboat in southwestern France, and will spend the next few weeks floating along the Canal du Midi. It's one of the oldest canals in the world, begun in 1663 to link the Mediterranean and the Atlantic. It passes through the region that makes some of my favorite wines.
For the next few weeks I will be completely unplugged. I'll be eating, drinking, visiting, and relaxing with my family. It's a good life!