Today marks the third anniversary for my brother Ryan and his wife Carrie.  It hardly seems possible that it was over three years ago that Carrie and I were cranking out invitations, programs and hotel cards.  Or that she was growing probably over a hundred pots of green grass on their front porch to use as centerpieces.  Or that her sister Wendy was making dozens of cheesecakes to have for dessert on the big day.  Here's proof that three years have passed - look at Martin in his little tux, only five months old in this photo:


I don't remember it this way, but it must have been a little windy that day.


Congratulations to both of you on the third anniversary of your very special day.  I'm very lucky to have gotten such a great brother, and even luckier that he picked such a good wife.