It slipped by a little bit, but Monday was my 13th wedding anniversary. A friend says that’s it’s a Russian tradition to call it your family’s birthday. I like thought alot.
The day was pouring rain. We were dazed from Maui. Sara had streams of paperwork from school with the last days before us. It was our full day o work, daycare, and school. We’re leaving for another trip next week. Maui was our anniversary gift. We even went out to eat last week.
It still felt nice to acknowlege the day. So we made chocolate covered strawberries with the girls. A great day.
Wayne and I finished Moloka’i, the story of father Damien. Great and fascinating story of hardship and generosity.