So today is my 7th wedding anniversary.
Feeling predictably nostalgic, I started going through my wedding photos and remembering the amazing summer day when I stood in what has to be the most beautiful room in Baltimore -- the Peabody Library -- and said my vows.
(You can click on these photos to see them full size.)
In the jenmen world, however, snark often trumps sentimentality. And humor always trumps everything.
And so, in honor of my anniversary, I present you not with a treacly recounting of my wedding or of the seven blissful years since, but rather, the following.
Greg and I honeymooned on the Amalfi Coast of Italy. Heaven on earth, for sure. And then we spent a few days in Paris. Where we found ourselves, rather predictably, at the Eiffel Tower one morning, trying to get that perfect souvenir photo.
Now let it be said that when it comes to taking photos, it's clear that all the talent in the family went to my brother Matt (who took the photos above, btw.) I have basically no idea what I'm doing with a camera.
And so it was a great relief when we came across a European couple who appeared to be professional photographers. They were grappling with several cameras, and some heavy duty photo equipment, engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument about perspective. Trying to get the perfect shot, they were pretzeling themselves into Twister-like contortions.
We even got a photo of them at work:
Delighted, we asked if they would take our photo.
And this is the shot they got of us:
Wait, let's try that one again, shall we?
OK, maybe next honeymoon.
Thankfully, later that afternoon, a random stranger took this for us, one of my very favorite pictures of the two of us.
The Eiffel Tower skewers my head. Miraculously, I smile. Now that's what I call deliriously happy.
Thanks for seven great years, Greg. Here's to many many many more... Oh, and thanks to Tariq, our awesomely honest Parisian taxi driver, who Fedexed our camera back to us after