Lena was fascinated (for a good 45 minutes at the least) by the pond full of magnificent koi. I always loved the koi at the National Arboretum in D.C., but… folks, everything’s bigger in Texas. These guys are huge. A mom and his son were [illegally] tossing dog food kibble to the koi, causing feeding frenzies.
Later Lena made friends with a massive gray koi. He was about as long as she was and almost as wide around. I think he thought her hand was just the right size to eat.
We wandered back into the gardens, pausing near the stone steps where Elliott and I ate our picnic three years ago.
After a bit of searching, we found this secluded spot for some reading and knitting.
I remember that visit to Texas like it was yesterday: our relationship was healing after a rough summer, I was sleeping on a blow-up mattress on the floor of Elliott’s friend’s girlfriend’s apartment (!), Elliott was struggling through 5am PT and no showers, and we wondered where on earth we were headed. Together? Maybe. But we were anything but certain.
Could we have ever pictured this three years ago? We’ve come through so much: a proposal and a wedding and a deployment and a pregnancy and a birth and an international move. And here we are, in almost exactly the same spot, except with each other’s rings on our fingers as we snuggle this little beauty on our knees. It hasn’t always been an easy three years, but I wouldn’t trade our sweet life together for anything.