This past weekend, my wife and I drove up to Bozeman, Montana to see some friends get married. They came to our wedding, so we had an honor debt to pay. It was bittersweet being back there, the place where we had one of the hardest years as a family. The city itself has grown foreign, and that's okay. It's still pretty, but it's still rich and inaccessible to the average person. Regardless, we had a lovely, intimate time with our friends, and we got to revisit our stomping grounds. It affirmed our love for each other and what we've been able to overcome.
