I just wanted to use “jubilee” in the title because - well, how often does one get the chance to do that?

25 years ago today, Theresa (against her better judgment) married me, in a beautiful ceremony at T-29 (a cottage on Scripps Institution of Oceanography campus). It was officiated by my Dad, we had Mariachis instead of a band, and almost all of my best friends were there. It could not have been a better day.

Today, I feel as in love and lucky as I did that day. Tough to believe it has been a quarter of a century (except, of course, when I look in a mirror). I may try and add more picture later, but for now…