It still feels like we're just getting started.

Here's another photo of Mr. Irene and me as we arrive in Venice for our honeymoon:

Venice, Italy, June 1989. Mr. Irene and I wind through the Venetian canals, by motoscafo, from the airport to the Hotel Flora.

(For Mr. Irene: remember what I said during a sleep-walking incident at that hotel? "Guarda! C'è un gran barbone francese giallo nella finestra!" That is, "Look! There is a large yellow poodle in the window!" You see? I can predict the future.)