" I don't know…. but it itches… BAD"
"like seven years bad?… haha. you're still moderately funny…. after all these years."
just kidding…. he really has gotten so much funnier to me every year. for reals.
In the beginning it was purely physical.
I'm kidding…. come on. But when I look back at some of our old photos it looks that way. Kids-- pshaw.
sorry for your droopy eyes Lace. :)
we got married… and started kissing a lot. started…. hah.
In Paris, pregnant with Sophia…
Our first trip to Hawaii…. 1-year-old Sophia in Utah with grandparents…. kissing with experience?
Our second trip to Hawaii…. both Mila and Sophia in Utah with grandparents…. Apparently we've gotten a bit….. rusty. …. struggling.
I thought I'd write--- I've always wanted to finish THIS STORY of how we began. Maybe another day. But for now, I'm a happy girl. Itch smitch--- I have a feeling this will be the best year yet. Love you Ross. Even if you did bring me grocery store Lilies last night when I kindly tell you every year that they're my least favorite flower because the yellow thingy stains and they smell like urine by day 3. It's the thought.
But seriously, write it down somewhere: Trader Joes; gladiolas, peonies if they have them, stalk, or an orchid…. rip up one of their paper bags and wrap them in it (not the orchid, let's be clear). I will love you to the moon and back.
But in closure, I would love you even if you brought me real urine in a plastic bag. I would be terribly confused…. but it would take a lot… I'm just saying. Love you.