Andy and I own a home. That's a gigantic crazy thing to write. We bought a house. We will come home from work, pull into the driveway and go into this house, and it will be our home. And I won't think about everything we move in there having to move again, or whether or not it's worth the hole of hanging something on the wall. Big doings. A yard for Baxter. A garage to build things in. A basement with a washing machine.
And with the great things in life, we are always reminded of the fact that time passes, and people leave us. Andy's family has suffered remarkable tragedies and losses, and his oldest brother recently passed away, after being sick for a long time. My heart breaks for them.