One of the blessings about this stint in Anchorage is that there are few reminders of my best friend being gone. And then I made the mistake of toggling through some pictures from this summer and organizing them into folders like the uber-organized, anal retentive person that I am...ahem...and then I found this one.
The weather had actually been nice enough for me to wear sandals to my morning Rotary meeting. We are shoe-less house, so I kicked them off at the door from the garage into the laundry room without a second glance at the photo-op I had made inadvertently. Brad came out and made me take the following picture. Enjoy.