All the way to Minneapolis.
With thanksgiving, here’s to five years of marriage … whether we are slinking away to Stillwater for a weekend getaway (while our kids are in the excellent care of our good friends Dave & Carly) where massages, a downtown walk, and a Victorian bed & breakfast await replete with breakfast in bed and other extremely comfy things – this happened this past weekend and it was wonderful! – or we are cleaning the kitchen floor for 1½ hours at midnight because a shelf in our refrigerator door decided to let loose and shatter glasses of cream, blueberries, and kambucha juice all about, even under the dishwasher, which then sprung a leak as I pulled it out just a bit too far – this happened last night and was not all that wonderful – God is faithful, the journey is grand, the joys are sublime, the sorrows still rich, and the years, may they stretch ahead full and far (much further and fuller than this sentence ever could).
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