One January Afternoon~

One January afternoon, 13 years ago, I was wearing white. And my 5 year old niece was putting flowers in my hair. And my mom was making a bouquet. And my mother-in-law was putting the finishing touches on the dress she made me. And a cake had just been purchased at the French bakery down the street. And candles were being lit in our tiny living room apartment where I was to be married.

That snowy January night, in front of 8 family members, 1 friend serving as our photographer and an officiant, we said "I Do".

13 years later on an icy January afternoon we celebrated that day with a trip to an art museum. The weather that day was unlike any other we have ever encountered. The fog never lifted. Even at 2pm we could barely see in front of us. Ice hung from every ledge, clung to every sidewalk, and crunched beneath every step. The streets were empty in the busy city and we had the magical day to ourselves.