As of yesterday-but-it-was-meant-to-be-today, my husband and I have been married for seven years.

If I were to describe these years, it would all sound like the most saccharine, candy-coated, tooth-aching nonsense, and I am certain it is of no interest to any but he and me. Let if suffice to say (and isn’t it typical of me to be Spartan in speaking of my own emotions?) that I do not think we could be happier, and that I see no end in sight.

Also this weekend I met my new niece, who is only 11 weeks old. My first words to her were in French, and when I held her I sang songs to her, such as This Land is Your Land and (Her Name) Is A Punk Rocker. It was an excellent visit, and I’m so glad we got to see her before moving to Korea.