General Hitchcock

Anna and I have to run away from Tucson to see each other with our work and school shedules. The sad thing is our schedules are self-imposed. Why don't we just take our money and run to Tahiti? Or better yet, to see Edinburgh? Instead, we sign up for this medical school/nursing school mumbo jumbo and get caught in a web of commitment. Actually, we couldn't be more grateful. And as one of the faculty always points out to us nearly evey Monday morning, "for every one of you in this class there are five that didn't get in." After that dish of humble pie we can sit pretty comfortably in our Tucson garrett and dream of our future visit to the castles in the clouds.
But, we do have Mt. Lemmon. Anna and I had a great Friday night camping up in the cool Pines. We made a huge fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. We could've topped off our meal with Keystone Light that some neighbors offered to barter our firewood for, but Anna and I are already too tipsy as drivers anyway that we figured we shouldn't drive any closer to the edge on the way home. I've been sounding apostate as of late because I feel apostate for leaving my wife so often to go study at school. So, Ho ho ho, to the bottle may we never go :)
Life is great in Tucson. We're going to try and catch pics of bats tonight so stay tuned...
We love you all.
the bird and shoe fly

ONE YEAR!

Spencer and I had our first anniversary on Sunday. I can't believe it, but I can't decide if that's because it's gone so fast or because it feels like we've always been married. Either way, it called for a celebration...
We kicked it off the night before with dinner at Mimi's Cafe (where we also went for our first date...thank you Mo and Adam!). It was delicious and of course, very nostalgic (and thus romantic). Sunday we had a blessed day of rest.

For dinner, we packed a picnic and went to the prettiest sunset view in all of Tucson, possibly in all the west. As fabulous of a photographer as Spencer is, these still don't quite do it justice--it was phenomenal.
Then, we came home to, of course, eat our year-old cake. I was totally expecting freezer-burned hash. Surprisingly, it was every bit as good as it was a year ago! I couldn't believe it, and I wish we had saved more for every anniversary! PLus, it was all the better since this time we could shove it in each other's faces unabashed...


Anyway, I am so grateful for this last year, which has been the coolest of my life. Marriage has not only made every thing so much mre fun, it has stretched me and helped me grow in ways I couldn't have imagined. And I am so grateful for Spencer--for his OJs, his crazy curls, his Legolas-build and speed :), his humility, his constant love for me, even his crazy food concoctions. Spence--you are the fudge to my sundae!