my favorite laugh.

When Evan finished his first semester of—official—nursing school, I did a little celebratory dance for the occasion. And—of course—I watched the video over and over, because I’m addicted to that laugh. The beginning of this journey feels like so. long. ago. Because it’s been a really long journey—this whole Evan-in-Nursing-School thing. He has worked nights … Continue reading my favorite laugh.

I accept.

During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the “M” in Bozeman. It’s like the “M” in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror … Continue reading I accept.

uh-oh.

I read (heard?) somewhere recently that couples who don’t post gushing stories/photos of their significant others are way more successful in love… actually a lot happier. Well… we’re screwed. Last night, I put up a new profile picture on Facebook. The fact that I wrote that last sentence down kind of hurts my heart in … Continue reading uh-oh.