I like to remember, to recall…

the memories aren’t as sharp, but thank goodness for photos!
i just ran through the pics blood snapped 6 years ago. in vegas, baby!!

sharp dressed man and lovely lady. smiles of friends and family. the stills do no justice to the anxiousness, the motion, the chaos (yes, that’s an apt word) that surrounds a public commitment of promising. promising to be the best you can be during the times of our lives we have no idea about. no idea how things change, from the subtle (when last was I clean shaven regularly?) to the not so much (LA to Durham – who would have guessed?) to the Mack truck from nowhere (we’ll go with friends with babies, ’cause … wow.)

a party thrown in our honor, happiness at the top of the hotel, a skyline ablaze in man-made joy and colors and shapes. icy vodka and a cake that was as lovely to enjoy as it was a gift from the heart and soul of our friends.

when did I realize the ring was on my wrong hand?

6 years go by, and I am still in love with you Boo. Me is so very happy to part of us. Part of ‘we’.