
Anyway, it's always been a significant date for me. Right there around the beginning of Fall, my favorite season. The air begins to cool and I begin to feel exactly like Bilbo: wanderlust starts to stir within me and I need to get away, into the woods, for camping, hiking, and grilling steak in the middle of the forest.
It was on a cool night 11 years ago that I felt exactly this same stirring, and went out to a party where I had this premonition that I'd meet someone special. I did. And I ended up marrying her.
I love September 22nd.