I have to admit I feel guilty about the amount of time, money and effort so many people put into our marriage. I know that ‘blood is thicker than water’ and the pull of obligation that comes with friendship is strong. (Sometimes that’s a great thing and sometimes it’s irritating as hell.)

It’s amazing to me the number of people who came from thousands (or seemingly thousands considering Saturday’s downpour and being trapped in cars for hundreds of miles with family, friends and/or children) to watch Penny and I speak a dozen sentences to each other. And they gave us expensive kitchenware, amazing art and even their own hard-earned money for the "privilege."

As an adult I’ve never had a completely matching set of flatware. It’s always been a mix of hand-me-downs and ex-roommate or ex-tenant leftovers. I’ve had as many as 9 different types of forks in the same drawer. I can’t say it really bothered me much. But I must also say that it’s pretty cool to look into the silverware drawer in our kitchen and see the perfectly lined up (and shiny) rows of spoons and forks (two different kinds of each) nestled so symmetrically.

Is that weird?