Nine years ago I woke up groggy after a late night out with friends, went and got my hair done, folded some programs and ate a sandwich Brandi made for me. Then I rode down the street from my parent's house to a little photography studio and stood with my family and friends and Jeff, who would be my partner for life in just a few short hours. The storm before our wedding (really, a storm, thunder and lightning and about a foot of rain) made it challenging to get to the church. Jen fashioned a hermetically sealed plastic bag around my pretty white dress and we jumped over puddles and mud and said our vows and then danced and ate and collapsed.
It doesn't really seem like that was 9 years ago. Most mornings I wake up and still feel a bit like I am newlywed. But two houses, four new nieces and nephews (we had one already), two graduate degrees, one new dog (we had one already), two states, and most of all two little angels sleeping nearby remind me of the life we have built together this past nine years.
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Happy Anniversary to you, too, Bobo!
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