Twelve years ago:
I was waiting in Sarah’s apartment with champagne, roses and a ring.
She said yes.
Now:
I sit in our beautiful house listening to her and our daughter upstairs getting ready for bed.
The risk of that night was certainly worth it.
Neither Sarah nor I have ice skated in who-knows-how-long, so we decided to the our 2 1/2 year-old to the ice rink. Surprisingly, none of us fell.
OK, Olivia kind of fell.
She did amazingly well considering rental skate boots aren’t comfortable and hers were a couple sizes big. Once laced up, I set her down and she walked to the rink.
On the ice was a little different. She wasn’t wobbly or shaky, but she did tense up. If you’ve skated you know that a tense, unyielding body doesn’t skate very well.
The big test for mom and dad was when Olivia was all done skating and we were on the far side of the rink. I had to carry her and skate 3/4 of the way around the ice rink. Did I mention that there were about a billion people on the ice?
See the few pictures we managed to take over on Flickr.
Just a shot of Olivia with massive static hair shaking her head
around. But really I’m just testing some Flickr/blog functions.
Some stats from yesterday’s snow storm:
Just to clarify, the drive statistics are one-way, work to home. Yup, it sucked.