Hey Gaston…

When I was about my son Trey's age (11'ish), I had no idea where life was going to take me. Though even then, the novice romantic in me saw myself with an extraordinary partner living in a cute little house with the white picket fence and everything. My tastes in architecture have changed a little, and after 29 additional years of experience, I have learned that life has a way of kicking you in the butt at times. Nonetheless, ... Read More