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.
It feels bizarre how time goes slow/fast through our lives. It seems like there has been a lot of time since my dad died and where I am now....
2 comments:
Awwww! I love hearing stories about how people met. Congrats!
What a sweet gesture.
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