Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.
We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you
-Home (is wherever I'm with you), Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
2010 Summer Adventures:
Robin and Pat's Wedding; Tahoe
Carlsbad Triathlon
Chip and Amanda's Wedding; San Luis Obispo
Spearfishing/Kayaking; Newport
Dear Tim,
One year ago, in front of hundreds of our family members and friends, we were married. It feels like yesterday I was embracing the butterflies in my stomach and wiping tears from my eyes as I headed down the aisle towards you. What an amazing first year...I just don't have any words to thank you for your tremendous love, patience, respect, kindness, trust, courage, and friendship...just that I'm so, so lucky.
Over the last six years, we've played in Tahoe:
Explored dozens of America's cities, including Newport, Rhode Island, Wilmington, North Carolina, and Chicago, Illinois:
Hiked over and through countless trails:
SCUBA-dived in Catalina, Saint Lucia, and the Great Barrier Reef:
Traveled through Greece and Turkey:
Pampered ourselves at a few resorts:
...and laughed every step of the way:
Sydney, Australia; 2005
Thank you for being my partner-in-crime, my own personal Eliot Stabler, and the all-around best person I know. You make my world such a bright place, and I'm grateful every single day. To the moon and back...
Song of the Open Road
-Walt Whitman
Listen, I will be honest with you
I do not offer the old smooth prizes
But offer rough new prizes
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid up stores,
However convenient the dwelling, you shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port, however calm the waters, you shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,
You are permitted to receive it but a little while Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road
I do not offer the old smooth prizes
But offer rough new prizes
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid up stores,
However convenient the dwelling, you shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port, however calm the waters, you shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,
You are permitted to receive it but a little while Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road
Healthy, free, the world before you the long brown path before you, leading wherever you choose.
Say only to one another:Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money; I give you myself before preaching and law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
