In a couple of weeks we will have been married 27 years. Look at us back then, at Bonne Terre in St. Lucia a little while after we got engaged. My father took this photo, which has lived in a frame on my parents' dresser longer than we have been married. Dang, we're cute, even in this sun-faded record. I don't think we fully understood or appreciated the extravagant gifts of youth. I'm trying not to make the same mistake at the age we are now.