Anniversary, belated :)

K. takes all the pics these days and so I have no pics of us on our anniversary night. He does, and he is in a truck heading towards Columbus right now to buy a bathtub.

Long story.

I married K. when I was 22. In many ways, I was not the person I am now; we shopped at Safeway and Trader Joe's and went to the farmers' market down the street all of once, for instance. I was painfully young.

That did not stop me from making a really good decision.

Happy Seventh, Baby! 60+ to go!