Eleven years is a long frickin' time!

Eleven years ago today, next to the Kankakee river, Jen and I said "I do." We survived a groomsman diving into the river in his tux, family memebers drinking full bottles of champage through a large straw, a goose protecting her nest mere feet from where our vows were taken, another goose wearing a bowtie, fake pictures of us cutting the cake, a lost marriage license before the ceremony, heavy drinking in the receiving line, our pastor saying "damnit" during the ceremony and forced renditions of the chicken dance.

After such a wonderful start, who would have thought it would have gotten so much better over the years?!?!

Happy Anniversary Jen. I love you.