Two years ago we stood in this same field. On that day Claire’s dress was white, and Hylo was yet to be on the ground and unleashed upon the world. Some things have changed, as they always will, Hylo is doing his best to fill some mighty big canine shoes, and Claire and I are still lighting each others fireworks and keeping it colorful. We celebrated our wedding anniversary true to form, and my true wild love and a truly wilder dog ran through gunpowder smoke, fireflies, and summer evening deep in the woods.
