Life as an Extreme Sport

I was one month into migrating entries over when, while editing a timestamp, I noticed that the day had changed.

January 10.

Eight years ago, I stood facing a lake, seeing nothing but the face of the man I loved, focused on nothing but his hands and the vows we exchanged. (I suspect the strong focus of the memory is enhanced by all the cold medication I was on that day!)

A lot happens in eight years.