It Happened One Score and Four Years Ago... 

(okay...this is the last icky, mushy post for awhile, promise) 

On a sunny winter day in February, Geo and I tied the knot in a very traditional Ukranian Orthodox ceremony. We wore gold crowns, took three laps around the altar while our hands were tied together with colorfully embroidered cloth... and lost one or two guests to fainting. 

(In their defense, it was very hot in the church and people stood for nearly an hour. I know. It sounds lame, but that's what happened. *thud* "There goes Kenny".)

The reception was far less traditional and tons of fun. I can't believe 24 years has flown by so quickly. I mean, look at us. We were just kids then. I was a mere 120 pounds with baby fat and big, 80s hair and Geo had a full head of dark brown hair and a thick, yummy beard with not a grey hair in sight. 

When I look at this picture (which I do often since it's prominently placed on our mantle) I think to myself "who the HELL let these kids get married?" Seriously. We had absolutely no idea what we were doing. None. 

But we were in love and just wanted to be together. We never thought about the pitfalls and hardships ahead. We didn't give a shit. As long as we faced life's surprises together, we'd figure it out somehow, right? We did and we have. 

All these years later, I'm happy to say I dig Geo infinitely more now than that happiest of days. He rights my ship when I go astray. His love allows me the security to be who I am. He is my touchstone and true North. He is my best friend. He is my heart.