Here's a picture from my wedding two years ago of my great friend Molly, with her great man Walter.

I kind of hate to admit it, but they ruled the dance floor.

Up until now I've never had any trouble remembering their anniversary. . .their first date ever was on my birthday.

Their wedding anniversary is going to be a different story, and something tells me I'll need come up with something better than
this to remind me.

Congratulations to Molly and Walter!