I recently perused an old journal from my college days. There’s absolutely no reason to share much of that drivel here. I’m trying to decide if it’s even worth keeping. Do I really want my children and grandchildren to read this stuff one day?
However, I will share this, which fell out of the journal when I opened it:
That’s the boy I fell in love with, all those years ago.
So much has happened in between. He liked Patty. I liked Tom. Formals, Vienna, the Army, Texas, Palm Springs, and Seattle. I got a job, he got a job, we moved to Green Bay. We got a dog. We had a baby. He became my new job. New friends, old friends, another baby, another move, still not back east. New friends, old friends, starting a new company. Bahamas, St. Thomas, Great Britain, Yellowstone, San Francisco, San Diego, Orcas Island, Italy. Lots of travel. Lots of laughs. A few tears. More love every year.
Happy 17th Anniversary to us!
Congratulations–happy anniversary!
Happy Anniversary. Very sweet.
Don’t throw away those journals. It’s wonderful to read back and see what we obsessed over!!
A good life indeed! And, a mini-version in your eldest is proof of genetics. Luvu!