If I wasn't still recovering from the worst flu virus since Christmas '09 I would have mentioned something earlier about Slice being home from his mission for half a decade (last week). That trip to Salt Lake - that instant I walked in and saw him for the first time in over two years - left an indelible impression on my memory. I've said it before and I'll say it again: he was glowing.
My friend had grown up in Japan.
Every March I start getting a little sappy thinking about the series of un/fortunate events that led to our wedding a mere three months later.
Now we have two kids, a house, a dog and and a Kitchenaid. And a 26th birthday tomorrow for Slice.
Time flies when you're having fun!