I have often thought of my self as a cobbler’s wife, you know, as in, “the cobbler whose children have no shoes.” But seriously, for a woman who never even got a printed album of wedding pictures, here is an example of how blessed I am, photographically speaking. Good grief. He spends a few minutes diving into the multiple drives full of our digital life and 3 hours of photoshopping later, voila! A gem. Thank you love. Thank you for preserving methodically and obsessively every living last capture you ever made.