anniversary

Seventeen years ago, we were freaking out. We were slated to get married on the 10th. His parents were driving down from The Great White North, and weren’t entirely 100% certain they were going to make it in time. After two years of doing funky colors in my bathroom, I needed to have my hair…

By all rights, it should have been a good weekend. We both had July 4th off, and spent the day messing around with various flow toys in the backyard. There were fireworks, and burgers, and sunshine. We had easy shifts on Friday; he worked a half-day on Saturday, and I did a half-day on Sunday.…