{descending the 366 steps of the Bellfry in Brugge}

Rabbit Hole: so my little brother Nicholas Edward (Nick), is one of my favorite people. He is 3 years younger and much "hipper" than I. He has broken more bones than me, married lovely Audrey who I equally adore, stayed married :), pulled a company out of the dirt which is now thriving with several sponsored athletes, and I love our quick, often late because he can't seem to grasp the concept of time zones, conversations. Yesterday while talking about his own relationship and how unexpectedly wonderful and different it was than his "plan" he described love as: much like Alice in Wonderland's Rabbit Hole. You find yourself tumbling down it and sometimes you can't tell which way is up and crazy things happen. Things seem like they are normal {tea parties, cats in trees, caterpillars} but on closer inspection are not even close {Mad Hatter tea parties, Chesire cats, caterpillars that smoke}. Things can't be explained or rationalized or made to fit some preconceived formula. Example Nick Moore: Nick is hesher, listens to metal, is always breaking stuff, needs a belt, and has a mowhawk...Audrey is elegant, soft spoken, always put together, tidy, and simply put just all around lovely...according to many they shouldn't work. But they thrive. Love is very much like falling sometimes with no control {which, for controlling me is difficult} and when you do hit the ground things are often an unexpectedly thrilling version of your ideal. {and sometimes they are not and you get chased by a mad diva, poisoned, and lost :)} Love doesn't have to make sense but if you willing to let go and take a journey down it's Rabbit Hole, according to Nicky, you will be met with wonder.

{Handbag Museum and Bijbels Museum Amsterdam, Netherlands}

{descending the 533 steps of the Dom in Koeln, Germany}