Five years ago, one beautiful, warm, sunny April morning, Micah and I got married.* Last night, we celebrated by soaking in a hot tub in Berkeley, then eating a delicious dinner at
Wood Tavern, just around the corner from our house.
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| The Brazilian Room, Tilden Park, Berkeley |
Our original honeymoon plans, to fly to Hawaii, were abandoned after the airline went bankrupt and cancelled our flight. Instead, we took a southwest road trip, driving to Bishop, CA, Death Valley, NV, Zion National Park, UT, and Moab, UT. In our two-door Honda Accord, we took two bikes, camping gear, climbing gear, bouldering pad, and about 20 pairs of shoes. I was four months pregnant and the smell of wood smoke made me nauseated. Wildflowers were out. It was a fun trip.
We followed it up with a July trip to Trondheim, Norway, where Micah was presenting at a conference. Beautiful, cool, wet, and no true night, as we were close to the arctic circle.
Looking forward to many, many more years.
* Don't ask us the date, because apparently we can't remember. I reminded Micah that our anniversary was coming up on the 5th, and he made dinner reservations. Then a few days later, we both independently realized that we actually got married on the 12th. So we celebrated a week early. I find it endearing that we both made the same mistake; an example of the effortless synchronization of our minds.
