16 years ago today, Pamela and I got picked up outside the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas around 10 o’clock in the morning. The limo was compliments of the Silver Bell Wedding Chapel although our driver felt the urge to remind us quite often that he only works off of gratuity. We picked the chapel out of the phone book because it said it had a nice bridge and river which was a perfect setting for pictures. Although we weren’t taking any pictures it sounded like a nice spot. After we went to get our registration we arrived at the Chapel. The river and bridge was akin to something you would see at a put-put golf course with a small water hazard. The cheesiness was great and we got back to the hotel by 11:30 that morning.
Vegas is probably not for everybody, but there sure was something special about that day. We were just two young kids figuring out what all this ‘growing-up’ and ‘parenting’ stuff was, but during the cheesy little ceremony it was like we were officially saying: no matter what, we will figure this ‘life’ thing out together. 16 years later and I wouldn’t have changed a thing.