All Trevor, all the time? Do we even matter any more?

Wherein we get pregnant and I look remarkably good throughout, until I start losing sleep

Wherein we continue living for the moment.

Wherein children are born and houses are bought and people are married.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the year of the server crash, it was the year of pregnancies. It was the year of the open house, and the white-knuckler of a condo sale. It was also a year with very few pictures (see 'server crash')