It was a perfect, fresh, clear mountain Saturday on the southwest shore of Lake Tahoe.
Five dozen friends and family gathered from coast to coast.
She let me pick the spot of our vows sight unseen, although she confirmed it on a walk through knee-deep snow just months prior.
Her sister and my brother-in-law stood at our sides.
Our nieces and nephews had small, starring roles.
Our parents cried.
Eight years ago today, Teri and I pledged to spend the rest of our lives together.
Then we kissed and ate decadent cake.
We celebrated yesterday with a mini-hike in Mill Creek Canyon.
It was a perfect, fresh, clear mountain Tuesday.
The winter runoff provided the only soundscape.
Without the little 'Hat Racks, we reminsced and enjoyed a picnic.
Then we kissed and ate decadent cake.
Happy Anniversary, honey!