So, yesterday, Trista and I took a half day off. We slept in (deliciously sinful on a 9-5 work day!) and took in some lunch at Osaka. We had tepenyaki (is that how you spell it?) teriyaki food (she, the chicken, I, the calimari) and a tuna roll. Then, for dessert, we shared a cup of ginger ice cream. It's amazing, what magic can be found in the creamy delight of ginger ice cream.
Recharged and refueled, I am ready to jump back into the grind.
You know, four years later (or five and a half, if you're really counting), I can honestly say I love my wife. Now, the definition has probably changed from when we were younger, but love does that. It's not so much a lusty, topical, selfish thing, but a heartfelt desire to persevere, to endure, to share. We've seen each other at our worst and survived it. We will do so again, but we also share the best moments in our lives.