47 days...

Sometimes you go through life thinking that you never really make a difference and that your own life is just pretty insignificant. I know that I feel like this most days, and I know that my sweet husband always feels like this. He's a bit of an Atlas, always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. So, I'm glad that before he left NYC behind that he had the opportunity to see how much of an impact he had in this bitter place. Drinking liters of German beer can be a truly bonding experience and I'm glad that everyone came out to wish him farewell and good luck.