18 years ago Jeffrey and I came here together for the first time. It was May and the lilacs were blooming. We had just met.
That summer he would take pictures of me and us with his old film camera — using a single roll of black and white film. There was never a summer as full of innocent, carefree love as that summer . . . but all these years and adventures and jobs and babies later — we still go back to the lilacs together.