My Grandmother is visiting. It's brining up a lot of issues about my Grandfather's death for me. She brought out a bag of his old pocket knifes the other night for me to choose one. Among them was the belt buckle I always remember his wearing. It means so much to me to have that.
Lot's of decisions. Lot's of headaches. Tons and tons of joy as I grow closer to Kristin and we plan our wedding and lifes together.