My, how the time has soared like an F-15 Strike Eagle.
It’s been almost four years since Team Temple tied the knot in our factory rave weddingstravaganza, and as we have a tendency to do, this year we’ll be traveling on our anniversary. We’re headed back to Washington D.C. for the long weekend to visit my sister Sarah and tear up U-Street. We’ll all be crashing together in a fabulously hip little boutique hotel in between happy hours with her growing group of politico friends, jaunts to her office at Main Justice, and private tours of the Capitol.
But in true Team Temple style, we made sure to make time for ourselves. This past Saturday night was OUR night, and this is our Cheers! Salut! Prost! Sláinte! to us, for four very well-done years, in which we’ve accomplished more than we ever dreamed possible. Lisa, the shark who never stops swimming and propelling us forward, and Trent, the cool cat who can be light on his feet if he wants to keep up with Lisa, or completely chilled out when he wants to slow her down.
And Sammy, the dog. Who is just a dog, dammit. The dog of all dogs.
(and we love him like the Temple he is)