One year ago today . . .
I was in the Pacific Time Zone, so I was just waking up. I called DOB to wake him up, so he could pass the morning playing foos ball.
Let's see, since then we've had one car wreck and endless car repairs, one major injury and countless minor ones, months of illness, a job change, rapid bank account-emptying, two moves and a baby.
It's been the best year of my life.
Happy anniversary, DOB. Here's to many more.