Yes, Michael and I have been married 23 years today. I look at the pictures and immediately smell gardenias. I’ll always be grateful to the florist who suggested them, because that scent takes me right back to my wedding day. It was August in Kentucky and why I thought long sleeves were appropriate is a mystery- please forgive me, girls! The little country church wasn’t air-conditioned and the reception was outdoors on my grandparents’ farm, but somehow I don’t remember being hot. Maybe it was an unseasonable cool summer like this one, or maybe I just had too many other things to think about to notice the heat. I wish I had spent more of the day relaxing and enjoying spending time with my family and friends that day rather than fretting about the details. Thanks, Mokey, for putting up with me bossing you around for the past 23 years. It’s been wonderful, and we’ve got lots more good times yet to come!