Go HOUNDS

It seems fitting that Jake and I will be spending part of our "anniversary weekend" at U of I. You know, back to where it all began. Back to the place where I spotted that tall man with no shirt on, striding through campus carrying a pillow case over his shoulder, and said, "That is the guy I am going to marry."

Ah, yes, the good old days.

We are headed to U of I to tailgate at a football game -- which to me is sort of funny, because in college I did not go to one football game. Not one. Our school didn't exactly ooze school spirit, and we were too busy swimming and drinking to bother. Oh, and studying,of course. I have come to the conclusion that U of I students were either nerds, jocks, or foreign. Nothing like the IU or Purdue students -- which are decidedly hip and good looking. But, I loved it there. Pretty much every second.

Ward had tried to assemble as many swimmer alumni as he could. The guest list is sort of shaping up to be most of my friends from college (non swimmers included) and I am excited. Stephanie, Laurin, Bermes, and I have talked about sneaking up to our old dorm rooms and eating an entire Papa John's pizza -- just like the good old days. Would it be weird if I went up to my old dorm room and asked to lay in the bed?

I think it will be really weird having Abe there. My baby at my college! It's so weird to think of a place that holds so many memories for me and my child intersecting. It's like my past and my future meeting. Maybe there will be some sort of explosion or poof of smoke.

I can't wait until Abe gets older and we can tell him story upon story about every building and every professor and every practice. He will HATE IT, and I will love EVERY SECOND.

(Happy Anniversary Jake. We haven't changed that much.)