At about 1:45 p.m. on June 27, 1992, I was getting ready with my Dad to walk down the very long aisle of St. Sabina Catholic Church in Florissant, Mo.
If you’re familiar with the place, you know how long — long enough to give you plenty of time to think about what’s about to go down. And all I could think of was how lucky I was to be marrying that tall guy waiting at the end of it.
Here are two pictures, the very first one taken of us together and the most recent, along with a column I wrote in 2017 on our 25th anniversary. Still holds up, even in the midst of a pandemic. Oh, and glad to say that my friend Colleen from the column is still my friend Colleen Hagerty Haug. Friendship holds up, too.
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