Twenty-two years ago today, I met my husband. We walked across campus in the snow (he had a hole in his shoe that I did not know about for days) and we had Bur.ger K.in.g.
Willow's take on it.
The only really good thing that happened the week my Dad died was that I got to spend extensive time with my brother. We made the road tri...
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Awwww! I love hearing stories about how people met. Congrats!
What a sweet gesture.
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