Twenty Nine and Counting

2 11 2011

Twenty-nine years ago, a young man knocked on my door at my apartment at college. I wasn’t expecting him, but I had known him since I was 15 years old, six years before. He had on cream-colored jeans. When I opened the door my heart stopped. I let him in that night and I never let him go. Oh, how could 29 years pass so quickly? Happy dating anniversary sweetie!

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