The Story of Sacramento

Between my living in (native) San Diego and the Bay Area, I spent a 2-year "transition" in a little town outside California's capitol.

During this time, I...
*Had an awesome preschool teaching job (3 & 4-year-olds) that I really, really miss.
*Became roommates with my friend Tegan (who was a big part of the reason I moved to Sac to begin with).
*Through work, started a friendship (with the parents of a student) that would soon greatly impact the direction my life would take.

With no expectations, one warm August Friday evening, I pulled up to the driveway of my new friends' home. Fred (the dad) was tossing a Frisbee back and forth with a very good-looking (shirtless) man. It was sunset. I was wearing a turquoise tank top and faded denim jeans. As I shut my car door and turned toward the house, to my surprise I was greeted with a huge smile and the extended right hand of Mr. Shirtless.

"Hi, I'm Kevin."

Tegan- my good friend and roommate- and Fred- Kevin's good friend and Dad to my student- two of our biggest supporters, as Kevin and I embarked on our long-distance relationship (Kevin being from the Bay area), turned marriage.

Years and children later, we don't make it back to visit Tegan or Fred nearly as much as we should. Today we got lucky- times two. Tegan had the day off and wanted to come visit with new baby, Mason. Fred was in the area on business and had time to stop in for dinner.

YAY!

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Camden was fascinated by 3 1/2-month-old Mason. She kept looking him straight in the eyes and saying, "TALK!" We enjoyed a walk downtown, including pizza and window shopping. Here's the little guy modeling the onesie I made him for St. Patricks Day BUT NEVER SENT! He's Irish, thankfully, so a shamrock is appropriate, even after March.

The afternoon made me realize how much I miss spending time with Tegan.

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Two hours after Tegan walked out the door, Fred walked in. It's always a good time with Fred. Chicken was barbecued, wakeboard lingo was exchanged, and plans were set for our first Lake trip of the summer.

Tears are shed, without fail, when it's time for Fred to go (Kevin- not me).

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So strange to wonder where-oh-where we would be today without these two. Thank God for bringing Tegan and Fred into our lives. Everything really does happen for a reason.