Yesterday was our wedding anniversary (which is always bittersweet because it means my dad's death anniversary is right around the corner, since he died right after we got married) and I took Jen to this restaurant near our house called Tavern On the Hill which is (duh) up on this big hill and it looks out over the whole valley. The weather was gorgeous and the view was gorgeous and I meant to bring my camera which of course means that I forgot it. Damn. I took a picture of the view with my phone but that hardly matters.

Luka and Clara hung out with Punk for two hours while we were out and it was cute talking to them when we got home, because Luka was all, "We're JUST getting around to eating now," and "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to clean up from dinner because things were crazy," and "Oops, I left the dirty diaper in the baby's room," and I a) remembered those crazy days of new parenting when everything felt like juggling and b) felt damned proud of myself that things run pretty seamlessly around here most evenings unless something random happens.

So basically I've been married for three years and am a kick-ass mama. Not too shabby for a couple of hours out. :)