There are days where your love story is difficult to remember.
You know the days I’m talking about; Under the weight of picking up and dropping off kids, a bulging social calendar, and the steady decay of my brain, it can be tricky to recall that there was a time that all I thought about was the girl that is my wife. It isn’t that I don’t see my wife enough on these days, or that we don’t talk, for we are often crawling in the trenches of parenthood together. It is that the whirlwind of life relentlessly tosses distractions that keep us pursuing everything but each other.
These two days in Oregon were nothing like that. (more…)