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( Feb. 11th, 2008 01:38 pm)
Eight years ago today, Colleen and I met face to face for the first time at a gate at DIA (Dulles).
That was a great V-Day weekend. First of many subsequent trips to Manassas and vicinity.
Met Julius for the first time, and he licked my fingers right off the bat. (That was the clincher for Colleen.)

And we haven't looked back since.
Imagine if you will...

11 October, 2003
A beautiful sunny Saturday.
People come from all around to gather at a church in northern Virginia to watch a geeky sod become forever bound to a beautiful, intelligent, warm, caring young woman. After rings and words were exchanged, and a single candle lit from two, they and their party make their way to a gazebo to have their images frozen in time. (They did, mind you, refrain from attacking it. For those unfamiliar with the story behind that, please read The Tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo.) The remainder of the day was spent in a blur of food, music, dancing, drink, and more table-hopping than a one-legged waitress at a packed diner.

In other words, Colleen and I were married four years ago today.
Four years and counting.


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