Shortly after he proposed, we walked out to the edge of this clearing, where the bluff overlooks Kachemak Bay, and set my little Kodak on a tripod to snap a picture of us all young and smiling and excited about our future together. The sun was shining then, and the sky was clear blue; the mountains rose magnificently behind us as we grinned at the camera.
That photographic moment occurred some time in the Mesozoic Era, back when cameras used these spool-y things called film—I've long since lost track of the negative and any print of our engagement portrait. But the field is still there, remarkably the same. And so are we. Of course, we're not young any more, but we're still smiling! Well, maybe not smiling, but at least we're not crying. And now that I think of it, we're not so much excited about things as we are exhausted.
Dinner last night: pasta and meatballs
Exactly two years ago: