From time to time, I reflect on those defining moments which have contributed to my current self. They are not presented chronologically, as a true autobiography, but rather as the mood strikes me and representing only intermittent periods of my life, more like the foundations of a memoir.
My wife and I celebrate mooniversaries. Back in the summer of 2001, we were eager to get our new life started, and scheduled a few meetings to make the plans. We knew that we had no money, and we knew that we wanted to get married, but filling in that gap was the hard part.