Matt and I had an anniversary a few days ago, and I was sentimentally browsing my photo files when I came upon this, one of my favorite pictures of us. The Eiffel Tower! So romantic! Check out that golden light from the setting sun!
Seventeen years and three children into this marriage, I'm feeling thankful for someone who can endure and even appreciate the absurdities of daily life with me.
Although, as I look at our painfully bland clothes, I wish that we had been a little more chic. The lady in the top hat was probably like, "Well, hello, American tourists. You're visiting one of the most extravagant buildings in western civilization. Way to dig out your fanciest khaki shorts and t-shirts."
What can I say? We were living out of two backpacks for sixty days, one of which was devoted to that massive digital camera you see hoisted on Matt's shoulder.