It was 21 Years Ago Today...

...Mrs. Stroock and I got hitched. 

We were 24 and 21, wed at the Dupont Country Club in Wilmington, DE. It was really hot, just about 100. That's 45 for those of you on the stupid metric system. 

My grandmother was positively dying.

She was from Louisiana.

We're long past making a big deal about these things. 

Last summer we were in England with friends, the same friends with whom we were just with in Ireland (you'll have to help me out with that sentence, Ed).

[No way-Ed]

 They asked, 'You, uh...want us to take the kids tonight?'

'Meh,' Mrs. Stroock and I replied. 'We already have three kids.'

Here's what we wrote last summer on the occasion of wedding anniversary number 20:

A few days ago while in Britain my wife and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary.

I have no real insights but here are a few observations.

Prior to getting hitched Mrs. Stroock and I had lived together for a few summers. I thought being married would be just like that.

[Oh, my sweet summer child-Ed]

The first year of our marriage, my best friend's father told me, 'The first ten years are the toughest.' I thought, what, huh? We're young, healthy, hormonal why...He was right.

Back then I used to worry about how Mrs. Stroock would age (she was 21, after all). Boy was I a moron. She's soooo much hotter now.

I used to fight like hell about this, but gradually I have ceded control to Mrs. Stroock. She just thinks clearer than I do.

On our honeymoon we shared the airport shuttle to the resort with a late 40ish couple just married themselves. He was a pudgy, balding Jewish man with a chincy mustache, she a pudgy red haired woman. In retrospect they looked successful, confident and positively fab. We chatted amiably. They must have thought, 'Oh you sweet, young, clueless kids...'

We really have nothing to add, and it's time for the youngest Stroocklette to get to camp.