We have no idea when this was actually taken, but it was almost surely before we started dating & were just a few friendly neighborhood bar keeps.

The house was a disaster, but she saw a man with a dream in his heart.

Our first trip to Santa Fe. The only thing weirder than Meow Wolf was the two of us assholes walking around *outside* of Meow Wolf.

The universe whispered it all to us up on this hill and our hearts changed course accordingly. This is the day I knew I'd be a family gal, after all.

Welcome to Gallup.

Always chasing the next hot dog.

Tops off at the beach for Robbie's birthday, long before he was the father of my firstborn child.

The first week we hung out, we watched a lot of Evil Dead in this room before he finally kissed me. This photo was taken when he moved some of his other passions into my house a few months later.

Red Rocks for Lyle Lovett while answering calls about bear spray at the ballpark.

Robbie made really good Negronis. That's all. I miss this view.

The early days were magical. We got a series of knuckle sandwiches not long after this, but sometimes you don't know what kind of grit your relationship is made of until that happens.

Saving this for me, for you, for all of us. Our story has high salutes to the Reckless and short shorts.

That time we drove to Taos with the intention of getting engaged, but wound up on our near deathbeds with covid instead.

It would have been a great hill, but are glad we waited. It's still part of our engagement origin story.

And we looked real cute for a couple of sickies.

We spent our first anniversary at Valley View Hot Springs, long before we moved to the hot springs desert of Minnesota.

Boy, these halloween party days were the best. 700+ trick or treaters, all our friends, and Lainee's ex boyfriend's toe.

New Years in Borrego Springs, CA was the kind of trip you get to fall in love with each other all over again.

Merry Christmas, m*therfuck#rs!

Robbie's last trivia night before it grew up and moved out of Grandma's House. We thought it was a different day, but elected to trust the metadata.

We sure miss this time in our lives and these people that came with it.

That time Robbie got in a bar fight over an English muffin and I nursed him with butterfly bandages, snow packs, and Mexican food.

Winning a costume contest in front of hundreds of people was really an elaborate ploy to get Todd's parents to walk in on him dressed in drag.

Weekend breakfast is a very important affair in our house.

We miss the many sunsets we took in together in our little dusty town. And celebrating birthdays with Amanda the Panda.

The 4Runner deserves an honorable mention.

That time we did weeks of dirt work to lay a 2600 custom brick patio with a few of our besties -- only to learn we were moving to Rochester MN the moment it was complete.

The best boy who really should be here to walk his girl down the aisle.

Some dreams get traded for new ones. This bus was one of them. Cheers to the metaverse.

This is how we celebrate lease signings.

One of the very best birthday surprises is nearly getting dumped by an ornery old horse.

Robbie's first trip to the City Museum.

Building theatre props that real humans could sing and dance inside of was best done on an unseasonably warm porch day in a cold Minnesota winter.

The show that helped us find our other creative nerds in Med City.

Bruce says we know how to throw one hell of a (dog) party. Come see if he's right.

When we drove to Indianapolis hoping a total eclipse of the sun would help our conception efforts and a White Castle drive through proved we weren't wrong.

Our first Christmas with Robbie's family in AZ. The pants were too big, but the company was just right.

Robbie asked me to marry him, officially, in Milwaukee. He had to hide it in my birthday plans or I'd have smelled it coming.

The trip had everything I wanted -- a beach, a hot tub that wouldn't cook our unborn child, and was located in driving distance of Mayo Clinic in case Charley came early.

That time we randomly decided to get that piece of paper that let us have certain spousal privileges, exactly one year before our actual wedding. Emma, Hilary, Ash, Isiah, and Bruce really came through in the friend department that day. So did the lady selling discounted mums on the side of the road at the right time. Funny, it was supposed to be a charm-less moment under the oppressive fluorescent lights of the courthouse, but Minnesota doesn't swing that way.

Our maternity shoot at dawn on a very cold morning with the great Laura Zastrow.

Perhaps the brightest one of all, was the moment they cut me open after 40 hours of labor and handed us this little gremlin.

Our first family portrait. Robbie, me, Bruce, Charley, and my gut full of air.

Our first Mother's Day, thanks to our Novy/Dunshee fam.

We believe in a thing called love and we'll be rockin' til the sun goes down (GUITAH!) Only this time, Charley is on the hill with us dreaming about what comes next.