This year I celebrated by hiking with Babyface for about three hours, but never once mentioning the accident. It wasn't that I didn't realize the date so much as that it just slipped my mind. 18 years is a long time, I suppose.
He and I parted ways and then I went and swam for about 45 minutes. Now my body feels like I've been training for a triathalon -- everything aches, but in a really good way. I just know I'm gonna sleep well tonight.
Oh, and did I mention that I made a bid on a house? Yea, it's been a crazy weekend.