I have a secret society of girlfriends. Many of them are on my blogroll and none of us want you visiting our private message board, because then it wouldn’t be, well, private. But y’all know who you are, Sistahs, and everyone else can just bugger off. Anyway I shared with my Sistahs today a photo too good not to share with the public. Because: Behold, Ben and me on our wedding day!

Secret footnote: Inside I’m holding our first son, Nigel, who did not survive. Sweetie, we’ll never forget you.

Secret additional footnote: I don’t know why Ben’s hair looks like that. He most certainly does NOT wear a bad toupe that doesn’t match his hair.

Double secret additional footnote: The apparent blot on the landscape at my waistline is actually a Quantas Airlines pin left to me by my beloved Daddy, who died four months before the wedding. Good night, Daddy.