One Year
One year ago today, just around this time, Andrew and I were getting married at The Summit. I’ve always heard that the first year of marriage is the hardest, but for us it wasn’t hard for us at all—easy, in fact. Blissful, even. And now we’re one year in. We celebrated this weekend by going to Glen Ellen—and by enjoying a rare few days of rain. Not just drizzles—constant, hard downpours, the kind that has California drivers skittishly pumping their brakes and driving slowly on the highway. It was wonderful. The rain was still coming down when we reached the Sonoma plaza on Saturday afternoon, and we splashed our way to Murphy’s Irish Pub for lunch. Chilled and wet, I ordered a cup of hot tea; it felt like fall. After tasting some wines at the Valley of the Moon winery, we checked into the Jack London Lodge and turned on CNN. (It’d been a few hours.) We had dinner at The Fig Café, one of my very favorite restaurants in California. I had a delicious carrot fennel soup, followed by pot ro...