When our Dutch roommate Koen was living with us he passed along one of his family traditions that I grew to like very much. At the end of the day, usually during dinner Koen would ask John and I what are best moment of the day was. Sometime I had a little trouble with this one, some days it would be hard to choose just one best memory and other days it was a challenge to come up with one at all. Every now and then he would through in the worst moment of the day, but he was such a positive person he often went with the best moment.
So, to keep this tradition going I will post some of mine as "Best Moments." Every now and then just as Koen did, I may trhough in a worst moment.
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