Dear Tawny,

Guess what? It’s that time of year again. Since 2012 I’ve written you these “year in review” posts because you have such a terrible memory and you never seem to remember how much we actually accomplish in a year. So, buckle up, here we go.

My love, in 2015…

We went to Sweden.

Where we climbed the rooftops there.

Our year began as we met good friends.

We also went to Finland.

And slept here.

We got to hang out with these glorious people.

We celebrated my viking heritage.

And you were so beautiful it hurt.

We sailed to Estonia. On a whim.

And, as it turns out, we fell in love with Tallinn and Estonia.

We brought home many pelts. As any good viking would.

We learned how to brew mead.

Speaking of being a viking.

And you let me braid your hair. I don’t know why.

We spent Valentine’s Day with Ashley Day. As we always do.

We helped my mom build bee hives.

We returned to Hawaii.

And visited Grandpa.

We also wrote about how much our heritage means to us and all that we’ve learned.

Somehow you got younger.

And as always, you looked amazing.

We got stranded on the Pali Haighway. Which actually ended up being pretty awesome.

We got to see the Merry Monarch festival.

We had adventures with some of the greatest people on Earth.

We hosted the finest archery tournament yet.

Ben Herndon showed us what I would look like if I could grow a beard or if the talented Bart Budwig could grow hair.

We went back to Barcelona.

And then as soon as we got home you were like, “Oh hey, we are having a BABY!!”