Tomorrow marks the day on which I have spent half my life with Robb.
On that original night, I wanted to extend our time together, and so after they took away our drinks at the restaurant (last call), and brought them back (autumnal time change), I suggested that we drive out to the edge of the city to look for deer.
And tonight, we're celebrating our anniversary at a lovely hotel with an extensive garden. And deer.
And as for the otters alluded to in the title of this blog post, Robb and I spent the afternoon kayaking among the harbor seals and sea otters. More otters than we've ever seen in our lives.
We had been watching one otter feeding alongside my kayak, and when it finished, it swam under my boat and then popped up right next to me. It laid a paw on the edge of my boat, and looked me straight in the eye. Magic.
I'm sure that on that night back in Baltimore neither Robb nor I could imagine where the future would take us. I'm sure we wouldn't have foreseen the strange pathways we wandered down over the years. I'm sure we would not have foreseen Robb's losing and then regaining the ability to walk. But if wehad imagined a future beyond that first night, I cannot think of a nicer life than the one we've shared together.