A little over 10 years ago, one of my favorite comedies appeared: John Cusack's Grosse Point Blank. It was a brilliant marriage of hit men and high school reunions, and in one scene, Jeremy Piven remarks how fast the years have gone by.

"Ten years!" he screams. "TEN! YEARS!"

The bride and I were married 10 years ago today, and both of us want to look at each other and yell:

"Ten years! TEN! YEARS!"

We married young. I was 25; she was a blushing bride of 23. After getting hitched in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, we hopped a plane to Vegas, then moved to Brooklyn upon our return. I'd just started a new job as an associate editor at Details magazine; she soon found a job as a teacher in the Time-Warner child-care center. We thought we had the world completely sorted out.

God, we were so young.

Happy Anniversary to my bride, the only woman with whom I want to spend the rest of my decades.

(I'm going to confuse you in the nursing home someday when I start shouting, "Fifty years! FIFTY! YEARS!")