Six years. Has it been just six years? To think, only a decade ago, I was running around chasing girls with Wildman, trying to kill myself in a monster dune buggy with Chad Lewis, and perfectly happy being a projectionist at a family owned theater in Hyrum Utah, working 3 hours a night. My, my - how time flies.
It was six years ago, yesterday, that I knelt at an altar, gazing at Pulcheria, when I promised I'd take her as my wife. I'm glad to say that she has yet to walk out or seriously injure me [knock on wood]. Every once in a while I can tell that she is contemplating the balance of 25 to life, but she's a thinker, and the scale hasn't tipped in that direction yet.
After dropping Beems off at Pulcheria's mother's house on Saturday, we headed down to Happy Valley for a wedding reception of some friends. Then I surprised my bride by taking her to one of her favorite restaurants in SLC, the Melting Pot. It was quite the experience. Everything served is fondue, from bread to raw meats to chocolate desserts. Ah, the dessert alone was bliss. It was great to have a night out with just us. Not that we don't like having Bree with us, but it was relaxing. It was also good to have a conversation which wasn't dominated by child-care schedules, feeding habits and the Utah Miracle of one-handed-dining. I love my family - all three of us. But it wouldn't be the joy it is without Pulcheria.
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