it happened. and then we spent a week cleaning sand and sunscreen from the engraved text around the outsides of our wedding bands. and i was ready to come home to our beloved state, which we cannot escape. we drove south and east for ten hours and still managed to run into a large group of people from home.

now we are back, working and cleaning and paying bills and running errands, and life did not pause for everyone else like it did for us. the mail still came and road construction has progressed. when we left, he was recovering from his (second) bone marrow transplant, and now he's in icu. no one could tell me why.

everyone told me that it would happen so fast that i wouldn't remember anything. but i remember every detail. every perfect, crisp detail.

[ ben folds ]