(mine and others')
Marriage doesn't change anything about your relationship except for the way people look at you.
Two congratulatory cards.
Two overwhelmingly generous promised showers/parties.
Genuine joy.
Blue eyes crinkled up by the biggest, most peaceful smile I've ever seen on his face.
I'm going to be my wedding photographer's next door neighbor in a few months.
No more Deaver's Achievers. Sparks' Spectaculars? Sparktacular's? Sparkler's? This could get out of hand.
You're not leaving us, then? You're sticking around a little longer and aren't going granola--off to live in the woods alone? You know I mean that in the best way possible, right?
How can I help you?
He did good.
I love you both!
Everything.
Nothing.
How do I know what is important and what is not?
Prayers. Tears.
Laughter.
New recipes, old songs, dancing in the kitchen to both.
Leaving, cleaving. Waiting.
Monday, January 07, 2008
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