Tomorrow marks seven years since becoming his wife. 
Seven of my very favorite years. 
Somehow it simultaneously feels like this just barely happened but also like we've been married forever. 
A rather delightful and complicated paradox.

We have a fun weekend away planned that we've both been giddy about for weeks.
Following, of course, in the tradition of years past. (you can read about it here.)
Also, posts from years 65, 4, and 3.






 
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