A date upcoming has been constantly in my mind. This year, August 12 means so much more than my birthday (although it looks like this one will be very romantic). I'll let the email speak for itself: I'll have more to say, maybe tomorrow. Right now I just can't stop thinking about how difficult the decisions we made over the past year were. Justin and I are at our laptops across the table in Maine, and I keep peeking over thinking I am lucky, blessed, to have such an incredible husband by my side. And Vivi, of course, blessed to have such a loving Father, who would and did move (metaphorical) mountains for her.