kerouac says

as of today, we are one year married. to everyone who helped make that happen--the best one, the one who is least afraid (along with the grillmaster who loaned the groom's party their hotel room), the one who raises chickens, the godmother, the one who wore the blue dress and did not require rehearsal, the one in the special hat, the guy with the moth-hole in his suit shoulder, the one who loaned me her pearls, the wee one with the bells, the ones who got naked in the hot tub, the one who was "too japanese," the ones who sang, the one who decorated the cake-top, the ones who set up the photos, the one who told stories in his underwear, the mom who looked like a million bucks and the dad whose incredible pride was on his face all day for everyone to see:


thank you. you made us married. and as if we weren't already sure, it appears to have stuck.