max pulled the shirt above out of tripper’s dresser not long ago and asked if it was a wedding shirt. how did he know? it’s hard to believe seven years has gone by—and that tripper still has that shirt. (for the record, we did not get married in these shirts (we had a normal wedding), but they were definitely proudly worn during our vegas wedding festivities.)
happy 7th anniversary, tripper! lucky in love? i’ll say! xoxo.
ps—we so need to get back there. how fun would it be now to watch kit do a faceplant in the bellagio garden?