Twenty-two years ago, on November 16, 1991, my best guy and I said "I do." It's fun that today is a Saturday just as it was when we wed. Warmish and overcast, too. But, as it stands, we've made no major plans. This day will likely unfold in an ordinary way. This isn't bad. There is no cause for concern. When you've been married this long, you get humble. You count your blessings. You take nothing for granted. You give hard work AND luck their due. Most of all, in myriad ways, we say "I do ... I still do" every single day. Our celebration of us is on-going. For this I am so grateful.