August 06, 2005

Last night was our anniversary — six months since Laura and I met, laughed, and held hands. Six months filled with boat rides, garbage collection, concerts, photos, edible pornography, naked explorations, abandoned places, and mud on our feet.

We celebrated the way most people do — by combining the 3 F’s: we fought, took flight, and … umm … made up. It all started with a whiny phonecall, followed by an angry one, followed by a car ride, followed by long kisses on my doorsteps.

“I’m sorry I’m such a jerkface sometimes,” she said.

“MOOSEFACE!”

Everything felt right when we were once more naked and laughing.