Almost four years ago, we moved into our beautiful home, which sits across a babbling creek.

Now, normally, it’s a placid, peaceful brook, but some of you may remember the various adventures involving this creek. Like the time it resembled a tsunami,
rose so high and moved so fast, even the UPS would not traverse it – let alone us. Watch the video here.

SO. We dreamed of a bridge. For four years. Saved up hard. For four years.

We hired a bridge builder – for $8,000 – and the bridge… our beautiful bridge… was set in its final place last evening.