My little family just got back from a San Diego vacation and with our little trip came memory after memory of you. When we lived in the same apartment complex when Ben was in Med. School before we had kiddos, we went there together.
Perhaps my most distinct memory was of the drive over to San Diego with you, when the song, "American Woman" came on the radio. All of a sudden I hear you say from the back seat, "uh ohhh." Shortly after Ben started on in his own LOUD version of the song with some crazy accent singing/talking about how some American woman took all his money. We were dying laughing. Your laughter, ohhh, what I would give to hear it again. Your booming, infectious laugh in my back seat.
We hit Old town San Diego where we took our old fashion pictures together. When we went with you, we shared a room at the Hilton in mission bay and teased you and Ben (prior perpetrators) that there was to be nooo risky business when "[You thought] we were asleep." We ate at a restaurant close by that was a mom and pop Italian restaurant - you wanted to go back again to support the underdog and because the food was delicious.
You are with us everywhere we go Lans.
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