No Friday post, I know! So bad of me. It wasn’t our anniversary, but it was our only day to celebrate it. Seventeen years ago of a lovely December day, Dave and I were married. Outside were the frost-covered trees; inside were the stained-glass windows and the beginnings of an unforeseen adventure together. We had no idea that trying to do right by our own youthful foolishness would put us so far ahead in life.

In fact, we had no idea whether it would work at all. Sometimes it didn’t seem so.

But it has. It has more than worked.

I wish you all a wonderful holiday week. (Don’t drink and drive, do bless a random stressed-out person if the opportunity avails itself.) I’ll be back at it in January. See you then.