We grew up together. We were friends. We dated. We fell in love. We got engaged in NYC on a snowy night. We got married. We traveled. We lived in a shoebox. We bought a house. We fixed a house. We sold a house. We bought a house. We fixed a house. We laid down roots. We worked long hours. We lost connection. We reconnected. We lost a baby. We couldn’t get pregnant. We got pregnant. We lost a baby. We got pregnant. We had a boy. We changed our lives so I could be at home. We tried to adjust to parenthood. We struggled. We came through it. We only tried once. We got pregnant again. We went through a tough time. We had a girl. We found each other again. At the core is friendship. At the core is humor. We covered a lot of territory in 10 short years. Lots of ups and downs. But most importantly, lots and lots of date nights. And I still completely love the guy.
Love your ability to share. Love your story. Love you. And I LOVE that I remember you prepping for your wedding.