11 homes.
12 moves.
8 jobs.
3 dogs.
2 kids.
1 marriage.
By God, there were times even I didn't think it was possible, and yet here we are. I suppose Mark Twain was right...."Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century."
Well, only 8 more years to find out.
Happy Anniversary, Ponce.
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