I have been looking through photos trying to find ones I can use on my blog. Thirteen years of photos. So many memories. Most are good. Many have me recalling the man I married. And some make me want to run in the other room, kiss him passionately and tell him just how much I still love him. But I resist. Worry that he will look at me as though I have lost my marbles and tell me to get out of the way of his MW3 game.
Still, the memories are good.
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