7 years have passed since I crashed that truck. I like to take it as a day to appreciate life; really live. We did, today. It was Sunday. A beautiful morning with two beautiful people. And then we went, Jenn and I, in the finicky truck, out on the 785 to the horses. Almost turned back and then we didn’t, the truck was shifting normal again. We went to the horses and it was beautiful. And then we went to Beaver Mines, and Mill Creek. And sushi.