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!





