Back in October, I took a weekend getaway to Indianapolis. Fort Harrison State Park, to be more specific. I’ll explain everything soon. For now, enjoy the view.

This is how I spent my holidays:

Now it’s time to ring in a new year. I might write a more detailed year-in-review post later, I might not. Bottom line: 2011 was a leap of faith, and then the freefall. In 2012 I hope to fly.

“What do you mean it’s going to be 75 degrees?” Andy said. “That’s ridiculous! That’s not Thanksgiving.”

I shrugged. “It is in Houston.”

The main event of our trip to Charleston was my cousin’s wedding. It was held at a small plantation home on the river, with broad, sweeping trees and a great view of the marshes. We ate the best catered food I’ve ever had. The mosquitoes ate us.

Sometimes it feels like Andy and I have been to a million weddings and should, as a different cousin once said, be “married by proxy.” Sometimes it feels like we are.

Of course there’s no way to know exactly what the future holds. We can only hope and dream and talk and plan. And when things change, we adapt. Together. That’s how we’ve gotten through 6+ years. It isn’t magic.

Or maybe it is.

Note to self: no matter how many times you get them confused, Charleston and Charlotte are NOT the same. One is in South Carolina and the other is in North Carolina, DUH. And the fact that they share 75% of the same letters is no excuse either. Just what kind of a moron are you, anyway?

(Answer: The kind who also mixed up baking soda and baking powder once, with the result of rock hard cookies, and who also didn’t know there was a difference between whole wheat and whole grain.)