One year ago tonight, my future husband was on a plane from Boston to Missoula, Montana to see a girl he hadn't seen in roughly 12 years: Me. Happy anniversary of flight, dearheart. It's been a crazy year...I love you.
My husband and I met in Montana when we were nine, lost touch at nineteen, met again at thirty, married six months later, and moved to Austin three months after that. This is the rest of our brand new story together.
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How sweet! You are quite the artist too....we missed you guys last night.
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