Our marriage turns 5 this weekend, and the actual date falls on Memorial Day again. I remember the feeling of this Saturday morning 5 years ago. Everything was finally arranged and ready for 48 hours of events, but nothing had quite started yet. We were sitting in our apartment, feeling the calm before the storm. A good kind of storm. A confetti storm.
Yeah, this weekend Bryan is doomed to a lot of “Remember 5 years ago, when…”