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This is the first picture Nate and I ever took together.

Nate took the time to teach me to ski. Here's a rare moment where I wasn't horribly frustrated.

But this is my favorite picture from that day. Pro tip, be better at skiing before skiing the Rockies.

The Red Sox played in Pittsburgh on Nate's 29th birthday, so of course we went. And of course, the Buccos lost.

Another day, another Pittsburgh team. (Still holding that win over Aunt Cami's head.)

We've been known to dress nicely on occasion.

Robin embarked on a mission from God to keep us from falling into Chicago Harbor while getting this picture.

Did you visit a national park if you didn't take a selfie? Here's one on the Great Salt Lake near Golden Spike National Park.

Here's another one at Acadia in Maine.

And another from Maine. What isn't pictured is the death grip I had on the back of Nate's hat so it didn't blow into the ocean.

Ashley had to turn the flash on at the bar to get this picture. I'd love to say she caught us by surprise, but we have plenty of photos like this. Also, We Are. (Well, Nate is.)