Eleven years ago today we met and it was love at first realizing we had the same haircut.

No, but really. It was as close as it gets to love at first sight (despite the tumultuous road ahead). The first 6 years seemed to go so slow with all the long distance phone calls and letter writing…but the last 4 1/2 have flown by in a whirl of joy. Cliché is my name, but there is no one I’d rather endure the stress of moving, adjusting to new parenthood and feeling homesick with than you. And certainly no one I’d rather share the joy of laughing through life and watching a child grow and learn with than you.

Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.

February 5 posts of yesteryear.





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