Sixteen years ago on a nice, summer day not too unlike today, Steph and I were married. It has generally been a pleasant time.
Since that church in Calmar, IA (about 10 miles from here), we’ve been a lot of places. Our first anniversary was in Galena, IL, a town not far from where I grew up in Dubuque. Then we bounce around to a few other places – Colorado, Atlanta, and others here and there. Few topped the 4th in Paris with lunch at Versailles and dinner at the Eiffel Tower (that earned me about 10 years, just sayin’).
This year, we opted not to go anywhere and spent the week at home. This morning, we planted trees. Two apples and a cherry. And, with a bit of unintended humor, one of those apple trees?
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