Where are we?

Do you ever look at a photo and wonder what led to that photo being taken?

This photo was about eight and a half years in the making including, but not limited to: a friend/colleague living vicariously through my night life, a stolen business card, a very funny intro email, a yellow turtleneck sweater, a lot of Mountie basketball, Allegra and Rhinocort, a duplex, a tiny house, a 95 degree wedding, a big party featuring a shark dance, a couple bad jobs, me losing some marbles, a failed attempt at going back to school, a planned pregnancy, a bigger house, a long and painful labor, a baby (Axel in utero; Gavin on the outer world), a winter with very little heat, less Mountie basketball, a summer with very little cool, crawling baby, walking and dancing infant, talking and singing toddler, a couple relatively straightforward years, varying degrees of Mountie basketball, one loud curse word announcing an unplanned pregnancy, a bold blue makeshift nursery, a few tornado warnings during labor, another baby (Lester Holt in utero; Bode on the outer world), being blessed and happy to have two beautiful, healthy boys, a summer of travelling with a tiny baby and very active 3-year-old, Dede losing some marbles, even less Mountie basketball, a rainy spring, the realization that we haven't formally documented our family of four, a few messages to Patience Z, a first birthday party for B Frey, an elaborate plan to have coordinated outfits, some bribing of the older child to smile but not fake smile, and finally...some encouragement from the photographer to act like we are very much in love. We are.

That's the story of that photo.

I'll explain the Blog Title tomorrow.