mid-March

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!