7pm

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Some dates don’t fade.

They don’t blur into the background or get lost in the years.

They stay lit up—bright, electric, unforgettable.


Like Las Vegas at night.


Like the Riviera.


April 17, 1993.

7PM.

DeGidio’s.


That was the beginning.


April 17, 1997.

7PM.

Las Vegas Wedding Gardens.


A limousine ride from the Riviera…

standing in line at the Clark County Courthouse…

and somehow, it all led right here


A kiss that didn’t just belong to that moment—

it belonged to every April 17 that would follow.


And somehow…

every single one has felt the same.


Completely happy.

Completely loved.


No matter what life did in between.


33 years since our first date.

29 years married.


And still…


If you asked me what I wanted to do?


I’d choose something simple.


A walk through Cambridge City Park.

Coffee in hand.

Side by side.


Because it was never about Vegas.

Or the limo.

Or the lights.


It was always about us.


And somehow… it still is.


Every year.


At 7PM.




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