Eighteen Years Later

New Year’s Eve found us exactly where we belong - on our back deck with wine, string lights, and Biscuit drooling on our feet.

Eighteen Years Later

Not exactly the glamorous celebration you see on Instagram, but somehow perfect for us.

I was telling Marcus how wild it is that I’ve been writing this blog for eighteen years now. EIGHTEEN. I started “Elena Unfiltered” as a nursing student with too many feelings and a basic WordPress theme. Now look at us - two kids, a dog who thinks he’s people, and Marcus still letting me boss him around for the perfect photo angle.

To 18 more years of beautiful chaos

We toasted to the chaos, to the beautiful mess we’ve built, to somehow still liking each other after all these years. Marcus said something cheesy about how I’m still his favorite person to argue with about music, and I pretended to be annoyed while secretly melting because he still remembers our first conversation.

Here’s to 2025, to whatever comes next, and to never apologizing for being the main character of my own life. Salud, mi amor.